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Collateral1 Damage
U. A. Fanthorpe
Enters through a side-door, in the small hours,
Wearing a belted raincoat.
The children have become bold. At the first siren
They cried, and ran for their mothers.
Now they are worldly-wise,
They clamour（叫喊） to watch dogfights（混战） above the house,
They prefer under-the-kitchen-table to the shelter,
They play fighting games
Of reading the paper by bomblight,
Pretending to be the enemy. These children
Are no longer safe.
They have learned rash and contrary for ever. Come soon,
O minor diplomat in the belted raincoat, come
To capitulate. For the children have ack-ack nerves,
Under the reservoir, under the wind-figured water,
Are the walls, the church, the houses,
The small human things,
That in drought rise up gaunt and dripping,
And it was once Mardale, both is and is not Mardale,
But is still there,
Like the diplomat, and the crazy fearless children
who progress through their proper stages, and the churchbells
With their nightly riddles,
And the diplomat, and the children still running
Away from shelter, into the path of the bomb.
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