Among The Red Guns

Among the red guns,

In the hearts of soldiers

Running free blood

In the long, long campaign:

    Dreams go on.

Among the leather saddles,

In the heads of soldiers

Heavy in the wrack's and kills

Of all straight fighting:

    Dreams go on.

Among the hot muzzles,

In the hands of soldiers

Brought from flesh-folds of women—

Soft amid the blood and crying—

In all your hearts and heads

Among the guns and saddles and muzzles:

    Dreams,

Dreams go on,

Out of the dead on their backs,

Broken and no use any more:

Dreams of the way and the end go on.