Rifle goes up
does what a rifle does.
Star is very beautiful:
doing what a star does.
Tell them, O Sleeper, that some
were slain at the start of the slaughter
Tell them, O Sleeper, that sleet and rain
are falling on those poor riderless heads
Tell them, O Sleeper, that pitiful hands float on the water...
hands that shall reach icily into their warm beds.
--Kenneth Patchen (1911-1972), Selected Poems (1936), "The Soldier and the Star."