Posterity for him is unsought naught. He dies -- a victim of war's boiling pot. The force that beggars love, enthroning hate, To dust consigns him with its glamour-bait, His forfeiture the heritage of life. Dead witness of greed's passion-driven strife, Love is dust -- the dying soldier's cry -- Within him dead his unborn children lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR MASTER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF MARY FLETCHER by BERNARD BARTON |