In the FireDeep, Dresden 1945Still were the angels that night
V formations a seizure, a ravage
above smoke, shadow
shimmered hook and nail
spur and clutch
Just slim miles beneath heaven
swam seventeens gathered so deep to
Dresden's breast, so black as day
that Norden sights grinned their
nightshade and guile
lyric and wound
Yet, while your Eighth spoke the grin of weapons
a great plunge, with tailored toys, fell from the bellies of
four engined dragon flies
my Dresden burned days, then nights...
moonless
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