I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,
Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.
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Comments1Wow, this is deep stuff. That part where he dreams about Jesus coming down and essentially destroying all the weapons, giving us a break from all the violence, is really powerful. Makes you think about how insane any kind of warfare really is. Also love the twist at the end where he wakes up and everything's back to as it was. Sometimes I wish such dreams could come true, if only to give mankind a bit of a respite. World needs it. Reading stuff like this really makes me think.