I fell. Nobody picked me up. All day the cars went over me— The light tanks and the heavy tanks, The thunderous artillery. Now all my bones are powder-fine; The stones are grouted with my blood; I am become the road—the way— I thank thee, Fuehrer. It is good. All that thou bade me, that I did; Gave gladly all I had to give. Great Fuehrer, let thy will be done— @3But yet I would have liked to live!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL |