Dawn Raid Songtext
von Dylan Thomas

When the morning was waking over the war
He put on his clothes and stepped out, and he died
The locks yawned loose, and a blast blew them wide
He dropped where he loved on the burst pavement-stone And the funeral grains of the slaughtered floor
Till his street on its back he stopped a sun
And the craters of his eyes grew spring-shoots and fire
When all the keys shot from the locks and rang


Dig no more for the chains of his grey-haired heart
The heavenly ambulance, drawn by a wound
Assembling waits for the spade′s ring on the cage
O keep his bones away from that common cart!
The morning is flying on the wings of his age
And a hundred storks perch on the sun's right hand