<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Armed Liner</h1><p class="byline"> H. SMALLEY SARSON <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">IN The Poetry Review</span></p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The dull gray paint of war </p><p class="line">Covering the shining brass and gleaming decks </p><p class="line">That once re-echoed to the steps of youth. </p><p class="line">That was before </p><p class="line">The storms of destiny made ghastly wrecks </p><p class="line">Of peace, the Right of Truth. </p><p class="line">Impromptu dances, colored lights and laughter, </p><p class="line">Lovers watching the phosphorescent waves, </p><p class="line">Now gaping guns, a whistling shell; and after </p><p class="line">So mans wandering graves. </p></div></body></html> · Great War