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Poem by Wilfred Owen


Arms and the Boy


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-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. 



Wilfred Owen


Wilfred Owen's other poems:
  1. Storm
  2. Music
  3. The Kind Ghosts
  4. The Roads Also
  5. The Calls


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