Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

Marching

(As seen from the left file).

My eyes catch ruddy necks
Sturdily pressed back—
All a red-brick moving glint.
Like flaming pendulums, hands
Swing across the khaki—
Mustard-coloured khaki—
To the automatic feet.

We husband the ancient glory
In these bared necks and hands.
Not broke is the forge of Mars;
But a subtler brain beats iron
To shoe the hoofs of death
(Who paws dynamic air now).
Blind fingers loose an iron cloud
To rain immortal darkness
On strong eyes.

1. The Dead Heroes
2. The Dying Soldier
3. Soldier: Twentieth Century
4. The Song of Tel the Nubian
5. Returning, We Hear the Larks

Lewis Morris Marching ("ONCE, and once again")

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