The Holocaust

I remember the bygone days
When I happen to be a boy
The comeliness of the city then
Sway'd my vision moist with joy.

I still see the rase with scorn
That cast the city like a spell
Men affrighted of the incontinent wrest
Their enlargement seem'd a fiery fell.

Gloriest valleys that were once afore
Clefted as wax before fire
Where the thrushes sang pleasant notes
Now lay they all as dunes entire.

I fretted o'er the ghastly silence
And tried to shun the noisome past
But the vision infolded as a lewd him
Stood as epitaph for the child to last.