My eyes catch ruddy
Sturdily pressed back -All a red brick moving glint.
Like flaming pendulums,
Swing across the khaki -Mustard-coloured khaki -To the automatic feet.
We husband the ancient
In these bared necks and hands.
Not broke is the forge of Mars;
But a subtler brain beats
To shoe the hoofs of death,(Who paws dynamic air now).
Blind fingers loose an iron
To rain immortal
On strong eyes.
