From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, June 15, 1915. By Wilfred Wilson Gibson.
All day beneath the hurtling shells
Before my burning eyes
Hover the dainty demoiselles—
The peacock dragon flies.
Unceasingly they dart and glance
Above the stagnant stream—
And I am fighting here in France
As in a senseless dream—
A dream of shattering black shells
That hurtle overhead,
And dainty dancing demoiselles
Above the dreamless dead.