HE primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his head Against a sorrowing angel's breast, and said: 'You'd think so much bereavement would have made 'Unusual big demands upon my trade. 'The War comes cruel hard on some poor folk; 'Unless the fighting stops I'll soon be broke.' He eyed the Cemetery across the road. 'There's scores of bodies out abroad, this while, 'That should be here by rights. They little know'd 'How they'd get buried in such wretched style.' I told him with a sympathetic grin, That Germans boil dead soldiers down for fat; And he was horrified. 'What shameful sin! 'O sir, that Christian souls should come to that!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UP-HILL STREET by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE UNIVERSITY OF VERMONT SERVICE FLAG - 1517 STARS by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY MAYAN TEMPLE by ADA CLARKE CARMICHIEL COMPENSATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE BETTER SHIP - PANAMA by GLENN WARD DRESBACH THE MAN OF MODE, OR SIR FOPLING FLUTTER: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN |