Europe: 1944 <br />as regarded from a great distance <br /> <br /> <br />Impersonal the aim <br />Where giant movements tend; <br />Each man appears the same; <br />Friend vanishes from friend. <br /> <br /> <br />In the long path of lead <br />That changes place like light <br />No shape of hand or head <br />Means anything tonight. <br /> <br /> <br />Only the common will <br />For which explosion spoke; <br />And stiff on field and hill <br />The dark blood of the folk.<br /><br />Yvor Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-of-battle/
