Steel screaming reaping reavers like terrifying pteradactyls
Spear’s tip, provisions at the rear fortifying each taken inch, sight unreal
Bends yet at British steel; years more we can take! say they, no mayday
No surrender, go hell for leather, rusted squares on metal stretchers
Long stretches of blasted city
All scree, choking debris, cleft masonry
Warped steel like smashed phalanges
Burnt dead, others bloated
As green to rankness like lilies of demise upon the Ganges
Smoke like someone torched acres of Ganji
Swirling like ghost DNA, fire’s phantoms
Sirens became fast friends, they are surety in doubtful silence
Odysseus seven years on Ogygia island before his trial ends
We shall never bow to a dictator’s will, nor support his vile ends
We shall be unbroken and unbent
With courage heavensent sustaining these raids
Ceaseless grenades which fall daily, often as rain in Galway
Sending old lions to hallways of always, in the trainline tunnels
Like veins for heroin mainlining, guess this is the blue line, time of strifes
Yet uniting, upbraiding together
Germany’s cruel might, dim Kaiser, willing might they fail.
Whale colour of lightning
Like a tallow-formed Titan that island nation’s courage under fire
Passion undying, acing of tests
Job pleasant contrasted, massing in a blasted church
Kneeling in the remembered shadow of the shattered steeple
Roofless cathedral of the people
They spite the iron eagle with spiteful bulldog fury
Snarling fangbearing, fist ready ever always
Dividing a single fish over a million plates, spilling out from His sleeves
Like someone slashed a net in from out on the waves, trawling for days.
Brought to shaking, to doubt, resolute and steadfast throughout
Mouth unmoving fit for a statue, the Reich and its master coming unglued
Longinus’ spear handle shakes; Charlemagne dropped it and died that day
A branch bent and bent and bent to breaking, fewer Luftwaffe escaping
Bombershadow, sable angels spied through shell-carved roof casements
Across rafters rats chasing
Rattling then silence after
Families huddling in basements.
Everything lead coloured
Lengths of lost lustre
Zeal of the Blitz overhead
Little dampens the Brit spirits
Go ahead, go ahead! They shout from Anderson Shelters
Helter skelter of coming going
Bums nowheregoing groaning below hived awnings
Shriving for alms in paucity utmost
Jaws of the city must be fed; such are loam
Which die alone beneath the bridge
In the field, in the brush like a flytipped fridge
That flesh flyblown on which many things sustain
From which many things grow
I pass without sparing a quid, my house has no lid
I’ve no put to piss in so miss his glance and open palm
The capital askance, all devils dancing
The fancy had left it for the safety of country redoubts
Palatial stately homes, abodes of kings in throneful ages
They await the tide’s changing
The rabble stay bravely, gravely faced
Living on powdered gravy and eggs, postman lost his legs
Sits like an indian beggar, needs a leg up to sit on his preferred chair
A woman twenty with lank, grey hair
Stares at a mass of cushion whispering there, there
They won’t admit it but they are scared
Prepared to die but preferring survival.
Alchemisland 
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