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EVIL INCARNATE

The siren sounded the air raid warning doon tae the shelter, trapped ‘til mornin’.

Our neighbours pragmatic “here comes Fritz” wus know tae the world as the Clydebank blitz.

Red snow wus fallin’ that fateful night turning the darkness into daylight.

“Doon the sterr, quick noo don’t fa’” oot the close roon the baffle wa’.

Nae shelter for us, ‘cos ah hud mumps scarf roon ma heid tae support the lumps.

The warden shoutin’ thro’ the door clear this building, floor by floor.

The bomb blast, a terrific sear left ma sister paralysed wi’ fear

Next tae oor house wus Wordie’s Stable Clydesdale horses, big and able.

The horses screams, their stalls ablaze will fill ma ears fur the rest o’ ma days.

The all clear sounded, we did survive dusty, cold but alive, alive.

Catherine Hislop

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