Guns, <br />Long, steel guns, <br />Pointed from the war ships <br />In the name of the war god. <br />Straight, shining, polished guns, <br />Clambered over with jackies in white blouses, <br />Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth, <br />Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses, <br />Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties. <br /> <br />Shovels, <br />Broad, iron shovels, <br />Scooping out oblong vaults, <br />Loosening turf and leveling sod. <br /> <br />I ask you <br />To witness-- <br />The shovel is brother to the gun.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iron/
