'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. <br />Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, <br />The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain! <br />Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut! <br />And the Big Gun guffawed. <br /> <br />Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!' <br />Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead. <br />And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud <br />Leisurely gestured,-Fool! <br />And the splinters spat, and tittered. <br /> <br />'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood, <br />Till slowly lowered, his whole faced kissed the mud. <br />And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned; <br />Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned; <br />And the Gas hissed.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-laugh/
