War—a dirty, loathesome, servile murder-job; Men lousy, sleepless, ulcerous, afraid; Men stunned to brainlessness and gibberings; Men maimed and blind; men against machines; Flesh versus iron, concrete, flame and wire; Men choking out their souls in poison gas; Men squelched into the slime by tramping feet; Dead bodies used to build a trench again; Men disemboweled by guns five miles away, Cursing with their last breath the living God Because he made them in his image. |