There Is A Word

by 

There is a word
Which bears a sword
can pierce an armed man.

It hurls its barbed syllables, --
At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot"!
There Is A Word was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Sun, Jan 01, 2012
Crowd Score: 9.8


＋ Add There Is A Word to your library.