Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Imagine Our Town Being Bombed [Remembering Dresden: February 13, 1945] The planes would come in from the west at an angle, so as to run up along the valley to destroy our mills, laying a carpet of bombs half a mile wide straight up across our town, guiding on the Court House then out beyond to the hill where the hospital stands then further still to our railroad yards and the bridge across, with twenty merciless runs, and what still stood would be ground in drafts of fire— Dresden burnt into memory murmuring: Try to imagine. And those who survived would gather along the creek where water soothed or in our woods under angels' wings while one long dirge of soft wailing would be heard for what had been. Then one among them would rise, aged now and enlightened, with that one word empowered: Build. And it would happen. from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!