Among the Red Guns by Carl Sandburg
After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang low among dry leaves in an elm
AMONG the red guns, In the hearts of soldiers Running free blood In the long, long campaign: Dreams go on.
Among the leather saddles, In the heads of soldiers Heavy in the wracks and kills Of all straight fighting: Dreams go on.
Among the hot muzzles, In the hands of soldiers Brought from flesh-folds of women-- Soft amid the blood and crying-- In all your hearts and heads Among the guns and saddles and muzzles:
Dreams, Dreams go on, Out of the dead on their backs, Broken and no use any more: Dreams of the way and the end go on.
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