Thursday, 11 November 2010

Suicide in the Trenches




I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.


By Siegfried Sassoon



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4 comments:

Doug said...

Happy Armistice Day, mate.

C.J. Duffy said...

Doug>>>Thanks. It marks one of the greatest evils we Europeans ever committed while hoepfully commending all those poor, brave souls who fought and died so valiantly for such a pointless cause.

Perfect Virgo said...

Amid such grotesque tragedy poetry is the perfect medium, subtle, sparse and intense.

C.J. Duffy said...

PV>>>As they say, words are mightier than the sword.