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 Tom Machines Over the dancing waves of danger

How they drive ! Eager in their anger to begin

They think to win By one colossal victory

The sea ! They seem to be

Alive :

They are alive: Each moment tells:

Shells !

Here, there, everywhere, Across the heaving bitterness They rip and whine and richochet:

Shells !

Screaming as they come at us, Screaming as they pass,

To smash : Now you up there! Beware the smoor o the poison wreath !

Beware

The bolt of dragons darting overhead ! And the dooming monsters nosing underneath!

Ill

Thud thud thud We re in it now; the fight is on! Steel-ript, Flame-tipt,

Look, there s one already gone! Split asunder, Plunging under, Into blue oblivion! Now fire away, my fighting top !

Your turn has come ! We re nigh enough for the little guns,

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