Step into my bookcase

Clara Anne

You will find

Every published book

Gathering dust

On these lonely shelves

I have not read since the war

It was taken away from me

In that church tower

You should have killed me

With a random bullet

As I was totally exposed

But you chose to use a shell

Which only took away my sight

Your daughter is now my nurse

Herr Schmidt

I bear no malice towards you

Or your fine daughter

Who devours my library

On each of her visits