HE stood alone in some queer sunless place Where Armageddon ends. Perhaps he longed For days he might have lived; but his young face Gazed forth untroubled: and suddenly there thronged Round him the hulking Germans that I shot When for his death my brooding rage was hot. He stared at them, half-wondering; and then They told him how I'd killed them for his sake -- Those patient, stupid, sullen ghosts of men; And still there seemed no answer he could make. At last he turned and smiled. One took his hand Because his face could make them understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW THREE MOMENTS IN PARIS: 1. ONE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT by MINA LOY RIVER OF SEVILLE by AL-KUTANDI REMINISCENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN |