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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967).  Chicago Poems.  1916.
 
72. Fight
 
 
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.        5
        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:        10
The child cries for a suck mother and I cry for war.
 

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