WE are the guns, and your masters! Saw ye our flashes? Heard ye the scream of our shells in the night, and the shuddering crashes? Saw ye our work by the roadside, the shrouded things lying, Moaning to God that He made them—the maimed and the dying? Husbands or sons, Fathers or lovers, we break them! We are the guns! We are the guns and ye serve us! Dare ye grow weary, Steadfast at night-time, at noontime; or waking, when dawn winds blow dreary Over the fields and the flats and the reeds of the barrier-water, To wait on the hour of our choosing, the minute decided for slaughter? Swift the clock runs; Yes, to the ultimate second. @3Stand to your guns!@1 We are the guns and we need you! Here, in the timbered Pits that are screened by the crest and the copse where at dusk ye unlimbered, Pits that one found us—and, finding, gave life (did he flinch from the giving?); Laboured by moonlight when wraith of the dead brooded yet o'er the living; Ere, with the sun's Rising, the sorrowful spirit abandoned its guns. Who but the guns shall avenge him? @3Strip us for action!@1 Load us and lay to the centremost hair of the dialsight's refraction! Set your quick hands to our levers to compass the sped soul's assoiling; Brace your taut limbs to the shock when the thrust of the barrel recoiling Deafens and stuns! Vengeance is ours for our servants, trust ye the guns! Least of our bond-slaves or greatest, grudge ye the burden? Hard is this service of ours which has only our service for guerdon: Grow the limbs lax, and unsteady the hands, which aforetime we trusted? Flawed, the clear crystal of sight; and the clean steel of hardihood rusted? @3Dominant ones, Are we not tried serfs and proven—true to our guns? Ye are the guns! Are we worthy? Shall not these speak for us, Out of the woods where the tree-trunks are slashed with the vain bolts that seek for us, Thunder of batteries firing in unison, swish of shell flighting, Hissing that rushes to silence and breaks to the thud of alighting? Death that outruns Horseman and foot? Are we justified? Answer, O guns!@1 Yea! by your works are ye justified—toil unrelievéd; Manifold labours, coördinate each to the sending achievéd; Discipline, not of the feet but the soul, unremitting, unfeignéd; Tortures unholy by flame and by maiming, known, faced, and disdainéd; Courage that shuns Only foolhardiness;—even by these are ye worthy your guns! Wherefore—and unto ye only—power hath been given; Yea! beyond man, over men, over desolate cities and riven; Yea! beyond space, over earth and the seas and the sky's high dominions; Yea! beyond time, over Hell and the fiends and the Death-Angel's pinions! Vigilant ones, Loose them, and shatter, and spare not! We are the guns! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |