Arms and the Boy

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David Moore - Pop

Arms and the Boy

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Lyrics

Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash; And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-leads Which long to nuzzle in the hearts of lads Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple; And God will grow no talons at his heels Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls

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Writers
  • Wilfred Owen