17th January 1944
on the day of my birththe 'Three Kings' were conspicuously absent
misled by the black and blazing heavens
and the searchlights stabbing upwards
illuminating the falling stars
screaming young men's burning bodies
falling to earth from
Stukas, Spitfires, Messerschmitts , Hurricanes and Dorniers
my arrival greeted by the pounding rhythm
of the cacophonic ack-ack guns
flash-bang, flash-bang, flash-bang
number 94 two doors down
explodes into a smoking shower
a volcano spewing white-hot house bricks
and the mangled remains of a family life into the street
Poetry by Wumbulu
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