(Koventrieren – A word introduced after the Coventry Blitz into the German language roughly meaning ‘to destroy a city from the air’)
I heard unspoken communions made
which old people keep until death beds.
The wine of her wounds on bomb glow breasts
exposed by luftwaffe and a deep rooted shame
you had to admit before guilt and cancer ate you.
If only you had laid him three yards to the left
you would both be arm in arm down high street now.
Mother and son in a beautiful chain of events
that began in the blitz and ended in your crib.
This never happened because you fed him on time.