This bloody steel Has killed a man. I heard him squeal As on I ran. He watched me come With wagging head. I pressed it home, And he was dead. Though clean and clear I've wiped the steel, I still can hear That dying squeal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 1. GOOD NIGHT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE SLEEPY SONG by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON PSALM 36. DIXIT INJUSTUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CONSOLATION by LEVI BISHOP NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |