The noise was stunning, the sky suddenly black
With whirring, rumbling Iron Birds.
The Country People were confused.
Some began to run, some to fling down
On their bellies in the stubbed cornfields
Others to stand in mute resignation.
And for the second time in daylight
The march hesitated, then ground to a halt.
The last Bird to appear, smaller than the rest
Put down near the front
And disgorged two men in uniform.
The General and his adjutant.