Soldiers Dream

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;

And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;

And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;

And rusted every bayonet with His tears.

And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,

Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.

But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;

And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.