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Bayonet charge - ted hughes
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Raw-seamed hot khaki, his
sweat
heavy
Bullets
smacking
the belly out of the air
The patriotic tear that had
brimmed
in his eye, sweating, like
molten
iron from the centre of his chest
In what
cold
clockwork
of the stars and nations, was he the hand
pointing
that second
King honour, human dignity,
etcetera
dropped like luxuries in a
yelling
alarm
Is terrors touchy
dynamite
written by - ted
Hughes
enjambment
Reflects
movement
of running
Bullets being
continuously
fired
The attack/war is
continuous
caesura
Bullets
Stopping to
think
Pulling him back into
reality
pronoun he
Universal
figure, who could represent any young
soldier