Howard Brenton, 27 October 1988
The day the Nazi died his prison walls Were just hard dust Waiting to be smashed by demolition balls
Swung from cranes to crack the hardened crust of that dead history – The walls of Spandau thought ‘We know we must
Be pulverised to blow the memory Of the horror that we held Away into win air. Now we’re free
The past falls with us, we are dispelled With the old lies...