The photograph has unfolded No color in its view. A testament to destruction Of a world with no hue. A Saint stands unmoving Atop the cathedral spire. But below his feet of marble Is the deathbed of the Fire: The apartments and department stores All gutted by its rage. A beautiful berg in Saxony Wiped off the world stage. Yet the Saint remains untouched By the mighty fire's rage. To all the victims of the Dresden bombing, 1945 and to peace.