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Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,

And saw, below, many devils

Running, leaping,

And carousing in sin.

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Arms and the Boy

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Wilfred Owen·1893–1918
et the boy try along this bayonet-bladeHow cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh. Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-headsWhich long to muzzle in the hearts of lads.Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth,Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death. For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;And God will grow no talons at his heels,Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.