Can you guess if the poetry sample was written by a person?
whose face and eyes none may see out of its robes only this--the red robes, lifted by the arm-- one finger crooked, pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears meanwhile, corpses lie in new-made graves--bloody corpses of young men the rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are flying, the creatures of power laugh aloud, and all these things bear fruits--and they are good those corpses of young men, those martyrs that hang from the gibbets--those hearts pierced by the grey lead, cold and motionless as they seem, live elsewhere with unslaughtered