A cross, bowed
A #poem in three parts
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i.
In Dresden, the people once lost
a church, its bell tower high.
There’d perched gilded cross —
until there was fire from the sky
that rained into streets
turned to rivers of red
as flames surged in sheets,
blazes cresting: even stones bled.
Our Lady’s high tower
ringed by Inferno, the pit of all hells,
collapsed, devoured
in a crash of brass bells.
🧵👇🏼
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