"I can't blow taps no more," He says to me. (They'd kidded him outside the barracks door.) "I used to do it pretty well before— Before I played my buddy off. It's war, But don't you see? "The moon was full and white, And shinin' free, About the way it's shinin' there tonight. We started up, and Buddy got it right— A piece of shrap; it dropped him out the fight Alongside me. "We laid him in the clay; And it was me That sounded taps; there was no other way. ... I can't blow taps no more ... but say! I tapped a German skull the other day. And that squares me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO THE CASTLE OF DONEGAL by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |