No More Learning
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench, and three
Whispered their dying
messages
to me.
War Poetry - 1914-17
The wind of Death
For you has slain life's flowers,
It withereth
(God grant) all weeds in ours.
_F.
W.
Bourdillon_
THE MESSAGES
"I cannot quite remember.
.
.
.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying messages to me.
.
.
.
"
Back from the trenches, more dead than alive,
Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a broken knee,
He hobbled slowly, muttering vacantly:
"I cannot quite remember.
.
.
.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench, and three
Whispered their dying
messages
to me.
.
.
.
"Their friends are waiting, wondering how they thrive--
Waiting a word in silence patiently.
.
.
.
But what they said, or who their friends may be
"I cannot quite remember.
.
.
.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying messages to me.
.
.
.
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