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Dawn broke like a face
with blinking eyes, pallid, unshaven and thirsty, blind with smoke.
Naked sodden buttocks,
mats of hair, bulged clotted heads slept in the plastering slime
He watched them burst
spouting dark earth and wire with gusts from hell
Down, and down and down
he sank and drowned, bleeding to death. The counter attack had failed
The place was
rotten with the dead
Wallowed
like trodden sandbags, loosely-filled.
He crouched and flinched
dizzy with galloping fear, sick for escape.
Loathing the strangled horror
and butchered frantic gestures of the dead
If I should die
think only this of me. That there's some corner of a foreign field that shall be for ever England
Rich earth a richer
dust concealed; a dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware.
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
In hearts at peace
under an English heaven
Washed by the rivers
blest by suns of home
Dreams happy
As her day
A dust whom
England bore, shaped, made aware
None
Heeded him
On he went…
Gasping and bawling