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I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell,Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,Clouding, half gleam, half glower,And a last splendor burn the heavens of his cheek,And in his eyesThe cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,In different skies.Wilfred Owen, “Fragment: I saw his Round Mouth's Crimson….”
Human destructiveness is a problem so pressing that all others pale beside it (Blomfield, 1987; Freud and Einstein, 1933; Twem-low and Sacco, ).