In the dark I hear the crockery stutter
As the raid comes over
Stiletto heels step close by
Champagne bubbles shaken awake
Like glittering ladders
Go up and keep going through the sky.
After a while the searchlights fall backThe first two stanzas are very good (troping the ack-ack gunfire drifting into the night sky as champagne bubbles is almost genius); but the third is unforgiveable weak and most-lame-and-impotent-conclusion-esque.
On the target city
And with dignity intact you move away.