Revelation

Machines of death from East to West

Drone through the darkened sky;

Machines of death from West to East

Through the same darkness fly

They pass; and on the foredoomed towns

Loosen their slaughtering load;

They see no faces in the stone;

They hear no cries of blood

They leave a ruin; and they meet

A ruin on return;

The mourners on the alien street

At their own doorways mourn.