Witter Bynner: War

War —
Witter Bynner

“Fools, fools, fools,
Your blood is hot to-day.
It cools
When you are clay.
It joins the very clod
Wherein you look at God,
Wherein at last you see
The living God
The loving God,
Which was your enemy.”
—Witter Bynner.

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