A handsome young airman lay dying, And as on the aerodrome he lay, To the mechanics who round him came sighing, These last dying words he did say: "Take the cylinders out of my kindneys, The connecting-rod out of my brain, Take the cam-shaft from out of my backbone, And Assemble the engine again.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |