HORSES in horseclothes stand in a row On board the huge ship, that at last lets go: Whither are they sailing? They do not know, Nor what for, nor how. -- They are horses of war, And are going to where there is fighting afar; But they gaze through their eye-holes unwitting they are, And that in some wilderness, gaunt and ghast, Their bones will bleach ere a year has passed, And the item be as "war-waste" classed. -- And when the band booms, and the folk say "Good-bye!" And the shore slides astern, they appear wrenched awry From the scheme Nature planned for them, -- wondering why. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL |