I'D been on duty from two till four. I went and stared at the dug-out door. Down in the frowst I heard them snore. 'Stand to!' Somebody grunted and swore. Dawn was misty; the skies were still; Larks were singing, discordant, shrill; They seemed happy; but I felt ill. Deep in water I splashed my way Up the trench to our bogged front line. Rain had fallen the whole damned night. O Jesus, send me a wound to-day, And I'll believe in Your bread and wine, And get my bloody old sins washed white! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |