Wars

In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet.

In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.

In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not

    yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

In the old wars clutches of short swords and jabs into

    faces with spears.

In the new wars long range guns and smashed walls, guns

    running a spit of metal and men falling in tens and

    twenties.

In the wars to come new silent deaths, new silent hurlers

    not yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

In the old wars kings quarreling and thousands of men

    following.

In the new wars kings quarreling and millions of men

    following.

In the wars to come kings kicked under the dust and

    millions of men following great causes not yet

    dreamed out in the heads of men.