Useful And Fantastic: Star Wars - Star Peace
Val Yule brings us a sombre poem of warning.
At the last moment the missiles
Saw the trees in the field
And the wild things that run
In the woods and the streams,
From the ricks and the barns,
The town roofs and the weather vanes,
Faces on people in the streets,
And history that had lain
Six thousand years.
They were poised, hung above this
It was a theatre, a war theatre.
The scenario of the sky
was black around it.
Within the sky shone, white,
Those stars already dead.