Dust to dust, and blood for blood—
Passion and pangs! Has Time
Gone back? or is this the Age
Of the world’s great Prime?
The wagon mired and cannon dragged
Have trenched their scar; the plain
Tramped like the cindery beach of the damned—
A site for the city of Cain.
And stumps of forests for dreary leagues
Like a massacre show. The armies have lain