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Fight

Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.

Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.

Clots of red mess my

And the tiger, the buffalo, know how.

I was a killer.          Yes,

I am a killer.

I come from killing.          I go to more.

I drive red joy ahead of me from killing.

Red gluts and red hungers run in the smears and juices     of my inside bones:

The child cries for a suck mother and I cry for war.

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Carl Sandburg

Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Pr…
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