Tom Machines Over the dancing waves of danger
How they drive ! Eager in their anger to begin
They think to win By one colossal victory
The sea ! They seem to be
Alive :
They are alive: Each moment tells:
Shells !
Here, there, everywhere, Across the heaving bitterness They rip and whine and richochet:
Shells !
Screaming as they come at us, Screaming as they pass,
To smash : Now you up there! Beware the smoor o the poison wreath !
Beware
The bolt of dragons darting overhead ! And the dooming monsters nosing underneath!
Ill
Thud thud thud We re in it now; the fight is on! Steel-ript, Flame-tipt,
Look, there s one already gone! Split asunder, Plunging under, Into blue oblivion! Now fire away, my fighting top !
Your turn has come ! We re nigh enough for the little guns,
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