They say it was a Hunter’s moon
The night the City died
They say it was a hunter’s moon
The day the people cried

They say it was a hunter’s moon
That took our house away
They say it was a hunter’s moon
When the devil came to stay

An ageing now I’d like to know
Won’t someone tell me soon,
Why the reaper came to mow
in the light of the hunter’s moon

Adrian Wait

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coventry-in-november/