dulce

• bent double like old beggars under sacks
• coughing like hags, we curse through sludge
• gas! gas! quick boys!
• as under a green sea, i saw him drowning
• he plunges at me guttering, choking, drowning
• the old lie
• blood come gargling from the froth corrupted lungs
• men marched asleep, many had lost their boots
• ecstasy of fumbling
• flound'ring like a man in fire or lime
• in all my dreams
• behind the wagon we flung him in