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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead Man's Dump</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The plunging limbers over the shattered track<br>Racketed with their rusty freight,<br>Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,<br>And the rusty stakes like sceptres old<br>To stay the flood of brutish men<br>Upon our brothers dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wheels lurched over sprawled dead<br>But pained them not, though their bones crunched,<br>Their shut mouths made no moan.<br>They lie there huddled, friend and foeman,<br>Man born of man, and born of woman,<br>And shells go crying over them<br>From night till night and now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth has waited for them,<br>All the time of their growth<br>Fretting for their decay:<br>Now she has them at last!<br>In the strength of their strength<br>Suspended--stopped and held.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What fierce imaginings their dark souls lit?<br>Earth! have they gone into you!<br>Somewhere they must have gone,<br>And flung on your hard back<br>Is their soul's sack<br>Emptied of God-ancestralled essences.<br>Who hurled them out? Who hurled?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None saw their spirits' shadow shake the grass,<br>Or stood aside for the half used life to pass<br>Out of those doomed nostrils and the doomed mouth,<br>When the swift iron burning bee<br>Drained the wild honey of their youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What of us who, flung on the shrieking pyre,<br>Walk, our usual thoughts untouched,<br>Our lucky limbs as on ichor fed,<br>Immortal seeming ever?<br>Perhaps when the flames beat loud on us,<br>A fear may choke in our veins<br>And the startled blood may stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air is loud with death,<br>The dark air spurts with fire,<br>The explosions ceaseless are.<br>Timelessly now, some minutes past,<br>Those dead strode time with vigorous life,<br>Till the shrapnel called `An end!'<br>But not to all. In bleeding pangs<br>Some borne on stretchers dreamed of home,<br>Dear things, war-blotted from their hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maniac Earth! howling and flying, your bowel<br>Seared by the jagged fire, the iron love,<br>The impetuous storm of savage love.<br>Dark Earth! dark Heavens! swinging in chemic smoke,<br>What dead are born when you kiss each soundless soul<br>With lightning and thunder from your mined heart,<br>Which man's self dug, and his blind fingers loosed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man's brains splattered on<br>A stretcher-bearer's face;<br>His shook shoulders slipped their load,<br>But when they bent to look again<br>The drowning soul was sunk too deep<br>For human tenderness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They left this dead with the older dead,<br>Stretched at the cross roads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burnt black by strange decay<br>Their sinister faces lie,<br>The lid over each eye,<br>The grass and coloured clay<br>More motion have than they,<br>Joined to the great sunk silences.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is one not long dead;<br>His dark hearing caught our far wheels,<br>And the choked soul stretched weak hands<br>To reach the living word the far wheels said,<br>The blood-dazed intelligence beating for light,<br>Crying through the suspense of the far torturing wheels<br>Swift for the end to break<br>Or the wheels to break,<br>Cried as the tide of the world broke over his sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will they come? Will they ever come?<br>Even as the mixed hoofs of the mules,<br>The quivering-bellied mules,<br>And the rushing wheels all mixed<br>With his tortured upturned sight.<br>So we crashed round the bend,<br>We heard his weak scream,<br>We heard his very last sound,<br>And our wheels grazed his dead face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Rosenberg">Isaac Rosenberg</a><div class=q>
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Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.

The wheels lurched over sprawle..."></div>
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