The Sword of Light
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sudden successive fights of bullets streak the silence
Sweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest
and he’s there on the ground, sort of inside out.
As though this were a church and he
a priest preparing to intone a Mass.
As the sky touches the essence of life.
After … A Tennyson, W Owen, T Hughes, S Armitage, C A Duffy.