Soldier: Twentieth Century
I love you, great new Titan! Am I not you? Napoleon and Caesar Out of you grew. Out of unthinkable torture, Eyes kissed by death, Won back to the world again, Lost and won in a breath, Cruel men are made immortal. Out of your pain born, They have stolen the sun’s power With their feet on your shoulders worn. Let them shrink from your girth, That has outgrown the pallid days When you slept like Circe’s swine Or a word in the brain’s ways.
This poem is in the public domain.