When I’m killed, don’t think of me <br />Buried there in Cambrin Wood, <br />Nor as in Zion think of me <br />With the Intolerable Good. <br />And there’s one thing that I know well, <br />I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell! <br /> <br />So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, <br />Walking the dim corridor; <br />In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, <br />Or you must wait for evermore. <br />You’ll find me buried, living-dead <br />In these verses that you’ve read. <br /> <br />So when I’m killed, don’t mourn for me, <br />Shot, poor lad, so bold and young, <br />Killed and gone — don’t mourn for me. <br />On your lips my life is hung: <br />O friends and lovers, you can save <br />Your playfellow from the grave.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-m-killed/
