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Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

Nine O’clock News

“Only just one plane lost”– the suave announcer
broadcasts the news of the successful raid;
and the lone mother knitting by the hearthstone
Trembles, afraid,
As in her anguished sight
In flame a bomber crashes through the night.
 
“Only one plane was lost”– just five words spoken
glibly– and through the quiet of the room
she hears them as an iron clangour sounding
the knell of doom,
and sees within the fire
a broken body on a blazing pyre.

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