DAYS of the dead men, Danny. Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaures, a great love-heart of France, a slug of lead in the red valves. Kitchener of Khartoum, tall, cold, proud, a shark's mouthful. Franz Josef, the old man of forty haunted kingdoms, in a tomb with the Hapsburg fathers, moths eating a green uniform to tatters, worms taking all and leaving only bones and gold buttons, bones and iron crosses. Jack London, Jim Riley, Verhaeren, riders to the republic of dreams. Days of the dead, Danny. Drum on your remembering heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY OCTAVES: 12 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |