The sun radiated heat
Down on the surface of the Earth,
Battling with the crisp October air.
The clear blue skies
With a dark haze,
And the city was overflowing
Piles of debris covered the city,
Marking the place as unrecognizable.
The buildings that remained standing
Stood in darkness.
They displayed power.
They stood like Ancient Greek ruins,
Declaring that they could never
Be brought down,
Reflecting the determination
Of Churchill himself.
Craters scorched the roads,
The debris mounds growing
Higher and larger.
The wall of yellow smoke growing
Darker and thicker.
The glittering specks of broken windows
Were scattered all around,
Creating a pathway towards the deepest cavity.
Buried within the hollow bowl
Glinted the smashed red and white body
Of a Number 88 Bus.
Of the beloved city
Was too overwhelming.
As the Allies focused on the horror,
The world wondered,
Will it ever be the same?