La Guerre (3) ee cummings
La Guerre
III
the bigness of cannon
is skilful,
but i have seen
death’s clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
of poppies…
i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence.
I have seen all the silence
filled with vivid noiseless boys
at Roupy
i have seen
between barrages,
the night utter ripe for unspeaking girls.
Diary of a mad reader 