Marching Men

Rating: 2.8

Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand Christs go by.
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to calvary.

Careless of eye and coarse of lip,
They marched in holiest fellowship.
That heaven might heal the world, they gave
Their earth-born dreams to deck the grave.

With souls unpurged and steadfast breath
They supped the sacrament of death.
And for each one, far off, apart,
Seven swords have rent a woman's heart.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shaun Cronick 03 June 2020

A neat and well written poem filled with imagery of wonderful originality. With a mesmerizing closing stanza.

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Alisha Castle 23 March 2016

Marching Men is a nice short poetry.

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 July 2015

Marching men! With the muse of war! ! Nice piece.

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Ramesh T A 30 July 2015

This marching of preachers if reaches heaven it is well and good!

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