drowning. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing If in some smothering dreams, you too could Counter- like hags, we cursed pace Behind the wagon that we Attack through sludge, flung him in, BY SI EG FR IE D Till on the haunting flares S AS SO ON we turned our backs, And watch the white eyes And towards our distant writhing in his face, We’d gained our first rest began to trudge. His hanging face, like a objective hours before Men marched asleep. devil’s sick of sin; While dawn broke like a Many had lost their boots, If you could hear, at every face with blinking But limped on, blood- jolt, the blood eyes, shod. All went lame; all Come gargling from the Pallid, unshaven and blind; froth-corrupted lungs, thirsty, blind with Drunk with fatigue; deaf Obscene as cancer, bitter smoke. even to the hoots as the cud Things seemed all right Of gas-shells dropping Of vile, incurable sores on at first. We held their softly behind. innocent tongues,— line, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest With bombers posted, Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!— An ecstasy of fumbling To children ardent for Lewis guns well Fitting the clumsy helmets some desperate glory, placed, just in time, The old Lie: Dulce et And clink of shovels But someone still was decorum est deepening the shallow yelling out and stumbling Pro patria mori. trench. And flound’ring like a man The place was rotten in fire or lime.— with dead; green Dim through the misty clumsy legs panes and thick green High-booted, sprawled light, and grovelled along the As under a green sea, I saps saw him drowning. And trunks, face downward, in the In all my dreams before sucking mud, my helpless sight, Wallowed like trodden sand-bags loosely filled; And naked sodden While posturing giants “O Christ, they’re buttocks, mats of hair, dissolved in drifts of coming at us!” Bullets Bulged, clotted heads smoke. spat, slept in the plastering He crouched and And he remembered his slime. flinched, dizzy with rifle ... rapid fire ... And then the rain began, galloping fear, And started blazing —the jolly old rain! Sick for escape,— wildly ... then a bang loathing the strangled Crumpled and spun him A yawning soldier knelt horror sideways, knocked him against the bank, And butchered, frantic out Staring across the gestures of the dead. To grunt and wriggle: morning blear with none heeded him; he fog; An officer came choked He wondered when the blundering down the And fought the flapping Allemands would get trench: veils of smothering busy; “Stand-to and man the gloom, And then, of course, they fire step!” On he Lost in a blurred started with five-nines went ... confusion of yells and Traversing, sure as fate, Gasping and bawling, groans ... and never a dud. “Fire-step ... counter- Down, and down, and Mute in the clamour of attack!” down, he sank and shells he watched them Then the haze lifted. drowned, burst Bombing on the right Bleeding to death. The Spouting dark earth and Down the old sap: counter-attack had wire with gusts from machine-guns on the failed. hell, left; And stumbling figures looming out in front.