In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk. In their white starched dresses. In their pitiful white dresses. On their foreheads and breasts the little round holes where death came in as thunder while they were playing their important summer games.
I SAW THE VISION OF ARMIES (Walt Whitman). . I saw the vision of armies;. and I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags,. borne through the smoke of the battles and pierced with missiles, I saw them,.