It happened fifty years ago, five years
Before I came into this world. I learned
About it as a young boy, bringing tears
Into my eyes. To learn how fate had spurned
Those great young men whose lives were crashed and burned
In Munich, when the aircraft they were on
Could not take off successfully. Returned
In coffins from the snowy wastes, upon
Which wheels could not find grip, on which they spun
And slid. The plane broke up and cut like shears
Into their bodies. Footballers were turned
Into memories. Like soldiers, soon gone,
Though young and strong, hearts full of song and beers,
Into that black night that tonight is mourned.
Wed 6 Feb 2008
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