GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, Clambered over with jackies in white blouses, Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth, Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses, Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties. Shovels, Broad, iron shovels, Scooping out oblong vaults, Loosening turf and leveling sod. I ask you To witness -- The shovel is brother to the gun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH THE COMPLAINT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE RELAPSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |