War

Fools, fools, fools,

Your blood is hot to-day.

       It cools

When you are clay.

It joins the very clod

Wherein you look at God,

Wherein at last you see

       The living God

       The loving God,

Which was your enemy.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on October 19, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“War” was published in 1914 in The Nation.