My eyes catch ruddy necks <br />Sturdily pressed back - <br />All a red brick moving glint. <br />Like flaming pendulums, hands <br />Swing across the khaki - <br />Mustard-coloured khaki - <br />To the automatic feet. <br />We husband the ancient glory <br />In these bared necks and hands. <br />Not broke is the forge of Mars; <br />But a subtler brain beats iron <br />To shoe the hoofs of death, <br />(Who paws dynamic air now). <br />Blind fingers loose an iron cloud <br />To rain immortal darkness <br />On strong eyes.<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marching-as-seen-from-the-left-file/
