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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