Marching As Seen From the Left File

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.