After the bomb had fallen,

After the last sad cry

When the earth was a burnt-out cinder

Drifting across the sky;

 

Came Lucifer, son of the morning

With his fallen angel band,

Silent and swift as a vulture

On a mountain top stand.

 

And he looked as he stood on the mountains

With his scarlet wings unfurled

At the charnel house of London

And the cities of the world.

 

And he laughed….

And as that mocking laughter

Across the heavens rang,

He cried; ‘Look!’ to the fallen angels

 

This is the work of man.

 

Mary Wilson (1916-2018).