Marianne Moore

The Grass That Perisheth
"And now I commend you to God,"
said the Kaiser from his balcony.

They take things into their own hands,
  Their consuls have come back
From Heaven, when they go to war.  
  Pride guards their bivouac - 

A figure-head of silly men
  With knees of molten brass.
Their hopes go down like sinking ships;
  Their days are as the grass.