The geese have changed their flight path to the lake
For further to the East a river runs
Once used for milling flour for bread and cake
For making bulbs for lights and wartime guns
The lightbulbs were a fiction in the War
Radar was the secret they researched
An old man in my Art Class once worked there
A physicist who worshipped still in Church
God and radar,guns and shells and tanks
Angels,demons,Jesus Christ we’re damned
Money lenders,presidents and Banks
Evil now seems normal in our land
We rid the world of Hitler but we died
What soul survives nuclear matricide?
How my heart sings 