Earth-Brown Armies

Earth-brown armies, on the brown earth whither,
Ant-like swarming, rush ye in your wrath?
--We wrestle and we tug and we pull all together
To shift the giant Dead Thing that lies across the path.

Earth-brown armies, but should it roll and smother,
Log-like topple, and crush you in the clod?
--Earth would pour new armies, one behind another,
To shift the giant Dead Thing that blocks the way of God!