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
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Fight" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you soon.
At V2Melody, each arrangement is crafted with care through a thoughtful partnership of human artistry and technological innovation. This process involves:
This creative journey takes time—each composition represents hours of dedicated work to create something that deepens our connection to Carl Sandburg's words in meaningful ways.
While you wait for the complete interpretation, I invite you to explore other musical arrangements in my gallery or learn more about Carl Sandburg's life and contributions to literature.
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