Boy Under The Rubble

Poem By Colin Ian Jeffery

House blown to pile of rubble
Neighbours frantic
Digging with hands
Hoping to find survivors.

Only dead retrieved
From under rubble
Comes faint voice
Can death be cheated?

Air-raid warden kneels
Pulls aside bricks
Reaches down
Holds child's hand.

Fingers squeeze his hand
Hole widened
Boy lifted free
Up into sunlight.

Weeping, air-raid warden
Carries whimpering boy
Down street
Into waiting ambulance.

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