Arms and the Boy
by Wilfred Owen
Let the boy try 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-heads
Which long to muzzle 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.
|These 11 Fallen Soldiers all died on April 3, 2003 and were painted by Judy Jashinsky (oil on wood, 8x6, 2005) one of the many artists in the exhibition“Faces Of The Fallen,” artists portraits of American casualties in Iraq at Arlington National Cemetary, Women In The Military Service For America Memorial, through March 2006.