Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (1893 – 1918)
The Dead-BeatHe dropped, -- more sullenly than wearily,
Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat,
And none of us could kick him to his feet;
Just blinked at my revolver, blearily;
-- Didn't appear to know a war was on,
Or see the blasted trench at which he stared.
"I'll do 'em in," he whined, "If this hand's spared,
I'll murder them, I will." A low voice said,
"It's Blighty, p'raps, he sees; his pluck's all gone,
Dreaming of all the valiant, that AREN'T dead:
Bold uncles, smiling ministerially;
Maybe his brave young wife, getting her fun
In some new home, improved materially.
It's not these stiffs have crazed him; nor the Hun." We sent him down at last, out of the way.
Unwounded; -- stout lad, too, before that strafe.
Malingering? Stretcher-bearers winked, "Not half!" Next day I heard the Doc.'s well-whiskied laugh:
"That scum you sent last night soon died. Hooray!"
 UK Buyers | Purchase the BookWilfred Owen: The Truth Untold (Paperback)
by Dominic Hibberd (Author) Paperback: 608 pages
Publisher: Orion (November 4, 2003)
ISBN-10: 0753817098
ISBN-13: 978-0753817094
Product Dimensions: 7.7 x 5 x 1.4 inches |  US Buyers | | |
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