War and Love/Machine Guns
MACHINE GUNS
Gold flashes in the dark,And on the roadEach side, behind, in front of us,Gold sparksWhere the fierce bullets strike the stones.
In a near shell-hole lies a wounded man,The stretcher-bearers bending over him;And at our feetCower shrinkingly against the groundDark shadowy forms of men.
Only we two stand upright;All differences of life and character smoothed outAnd nothing leftSave that one foolish tie of casteThat will not let us shrink.