LONG BLACK ARM

by Larry Nickel

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Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm, 
Great gun towering toward Heaven, about to curse; 
Reach at that arrogance, which needs thy harm, 
And beat it down before the sins grow worse; 
But when thy spell be cast complete and whole, 
May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul!

                 Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918)