Golden hair
I hear your wish
Upon deaths face
Wars impure kiss
A German city
Allied bombing raid
A childs shoe and doll
Upon grounds cold grave.
Bodies in line
With tarpaulin sheets
Dusty faces
Rubble strewn streets.
An echo high
As if Heaven cries
Invisible tears
From a deeper eye.
More than a corpse
With frozen face
Eyes which stare
To a darker place.