Drummed their boots on the camion floor, Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor. Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenants thought of a Mestre whore- Warm and soft and sleepy whore, Cozy, warm and lovely whore: Damned cold, bitter rotten ride, Winding road up the Grappa side. Arditi on benches stiff and cold, Bristly faces, dirty hides- Infantry marches, Arditi rides. Grey, cold, bitter, sullen ride- To splintered pines on the Grappa side At Asalone, where the truck-load died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |