The Gunner


Burning fire.
Rising flames.
A bomber’s dropped his load again.
The siren shrieks,
to all around,
take shelter from your burning town.

It won’t be safe
For many hours.
They keep on coming
and the gunner fires.

He brings one down
into the mill.
The plane explodes
then all is still.

They’re falling off.
Yet the gunner loads.
They’ll return again, another wave.
The shelter opens
and they’re pouring out
to see the ruins, once their homes.

No hope for those,
when all is lost.
The gunner knows
what this war has cost.

1973, May

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