I dozed while the daylight passed
‘Til I woke in the grip of thick wet grass
Among those fragrant flowers and stones
I alone; thought of fetid bones
That huddled under the thick wet grass.

Those now spent shells; of a battlefield long
And treacherous in that those who were strong
Were braving the winter to feel more pain
As the snows came again
And great guns crashed on a battlefield long.

So quickly then, it was I who rose
From my forgotten corner; just suppose
In that electric eve and damp
Their bodies dull and rank
Grieving they retched awake; just suppose.