Wara dirty, loathesome, servile murder-job; Men lousy, sleepless, ulcerous, afraid; Men stunned to brainlessness and gibberings; Men maimed and blind; men against machines; Flesh versus iron, concrete, flame and wire; Men choking out their souls in poison gas; Men squelched into the slime by tramping feet; Dead bodies used to build a trench again; Men disemboweled by guns five miles away, Cursing with their last breath the living God Because he made them in his image. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH EVENING (1) by EMILY DICKINSON SPRING AND FALL: TO A YOUNG CHILD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GEATE A-VALLEN TO by WILLIAM BARNES THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |