Fight

Carl Sandburg

1878 to 1967

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Red drips from my chin where I have been eating 
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth 

Clots of red mess my hair 
And the tiger, the buffalo, know how 

I was a killer 
Yes, I am a killer 

I come from killing 
I go to more 

I drive red joy ahead of me from killing 
Red gluts and red hungers run in the smears and juices of my inside bones 
The child cries for a suck mother and I cry for war