Guernica, by John Delaney

Guernica

The main church bell rang
The heavy sound of engines
The many shades of grey   Houses ground to powder
Blaring white phosphorus
Blackened people stagger
amongst the ruins   the bull is braying
distorting human form
of a bare breasted lady   the wounded horse with the spiked tongue
Grief stricken mother holding her dead child
howling at the sky fingers pointed
and arched neck in the eye of a light bulb
lady holding the lamp blazing of the sun   Condor swoops down from above
Orange red sky etched in time

poems.one - John Delaney

John Delaney