I SAW a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran over it. Its laugh was full of nails rattling. It was a child's dream of a mouth. A fist hit the mouth: knuckles of gun-metal driven by an electric wrist and shoulder. It was a child's dream of an arm. The fist hit the mouth over and over, again and again. The mouth bled melted iron, and laughed its laughter of nails rattling. And I saw the more the fist pounded the more the mouth laughed. The fist is pounding and pounding, and the mouth answering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE THE MAY QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON |