'The effect of our bombardment was terrific. One man told me he had never seen so many dead before.' -- War Correspondent. 'HE'D never seen so many dead before.' They sprawled in yellow daylight while he swore And gasped and lugged his everlasting load Of bombs along what once had been a road. 'How peaceful are the dead.' Who put that silly gag in some one's head? 'He'd never seen so many dead before.' The lilting words danced up and down his brain, While corpses jumped and capered in the rain. No, no; he wouldn't count them any more... The dead have done with pain: They've choked; they can't come back to life again. When Dick was killed last week he looked like that, Flapping along the fire-step like a fish, After the blazing crump had knocked him flat... 'How many dead? As many as ever you wish. Don't count 'em; they're too many. Who'll buy my nice fresh corpses, two a penny?' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE USES OF POETRY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MEMORIAL VERSES by MATTHEW ARNOLD PROMETHEUS UNBOUND; A LYRICAL DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AURORA by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 39 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |