Lubeck , March 28, 1942 –
Palm Sunday.
Hours before the
bells of London rang for the blessing
of the palms, the
bombers arrived over Lubeck,
a tinder town tied
up in the twines of the river Trave,
and blew it to bits
from the cathedral to St Marys.
God wasn’t a Nazi
and Lubeck wasn’t on the front line;
it was war; anything
goes, morality first.
And that’s what the
broken bells of St Mary’s are saying still,
though they lost
their tongues, their message is plain.
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