Alfred Theodore Vanier or the Aftermath of the Disaster

ALFRED THEODORE VANIER (1913-1987) OR THE AFTERMATH OF THE DISASTER

In the aftermath of the disaster

The dead started rising in my brain

I was sweating old nightmares again

And every time it makes me shudder

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In the aftermath of the disaster

I saw worlds clashing cities burning

Corpses poised like they were dancing

And every time you make me shudder

Morning mistake evening memorial