GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, Clambered over with jackies in white blouses, Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth, Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses, Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties. Shovels, Broad, iron shovels, Scooping out oblong vaults, Loosening turf and leveling sod. I ask you To witness -- The shovel is brother to the gun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TROUBLED SPIRIT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A GOTHAMITE IN CAMELOT by BERTON BRALEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN A SCOTCH-FIR WOOD by EDWARD CARPENTER EPITAPH ON A LADY, WHO HAD LABOURED UNDER A CANCER by NATHANIEL COTTON |