Isaac Rosenberg, "Dead Man’s Dump"

Dead Man’s Dump The plunging limbers over the shattered trackRacketed with their rusty freight,Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,And the rusty stakes like sceptres oldTo stay the flood of brutish menUpon our brothers dear. The wheels lurched over sprawled deadBut pained them not, though their bones crunched,Their shut mouths made no moan,They lie there […]