JUST see what's happening, Worley! -- Worley rose And round the angled doorway thrust his nose And Serjeant Hoad went too to snuff the air. Then war brought down his fist, and missed the pair! Yet Hoad was scratched by a splinter, the blood came, And out burst terrors that he'd striven to tame, A good man, Hoad, for weeks. @3I'm blown to bits,@1 He groans, he screams. @3Come, Bluffer, where's your wits?@1 Says Worley, @3Bluffer, you're a blighty, man!@1 All in the pillbox urged him, here began His freedom: @3Think of Eastbourne and your dad.@1 The poor man lay at length and brief and mad Flung out his cry of doom; soon ebbed and dumb He yielded. Worley with a tot of rum And shouting in his face could not restore him. The ship of Charon over channel bore him. All marvelled even on that most deathly day To see this life so spirited away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OF INNOCENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |