JUST see what's happening, Worley! -- Worley rose And round the angled doorway thrust his nose And Serjeant Hoad went too to snuff the air. Then war brought down his fist, and missed the pair! Yet Hoad was scratched by a splinter, the blood came, And out burst terrors that he'd striven to tame, A good man, Hoad, for weeks. @3I'm blown to bits,@1 He groans, he screams. @3Come, Bluffer, where's your wits?@1 Says Worley, @3Bluffer, you're a blighty, man!@1 All in the pillbox urged him, here began His freedom: @3Think of Eastbourne and your dad.@1 The poor man lay at length and brief and mad Flung out his cry of doom; soon ebbed and dumb He yielded. Worley with a tot of rum And shouting in his face could not restore him. The ship of Charon over channel bore him. All marvelled even on that most deathly day To see this life so spirited away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A SERIOUS REFLECTION ON HUMAN LIFE, SELECTION by HENRY BAKER |