The womb of steel, with thunder and a moan <br />Released its burden, and the screaming shell <br />Swung up in flame above the heavens' Hell. <br />Remote, on sounding skies till then unknown, <br />Where once the vulture circled, high and lone, <br />Or Alpine eagles had their citadel, <br />That iron offspring took the dark, then fell <br />As falls, unheralded, the meteor-stone. <br /> <br />In that domain of majesty and night <br />There stood no haven for its evil flight: <br />Its goal was horror, and the goal afar. <br />Ere long, where huddling babes and women wept, <br />And wounded men were couched, and no man slept, <br />Deep in the midnight city sank that star.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bombardment-4/
