Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn <br />Open a jagged rim around; a yawn <br />Of death's jaws, which had all but swallowed them <br />Stuck in the bottom of his throat of phlegm. <br /> <br />They were in one of many mouths of Hell <br />Not seen of seers in visions, only felt <br />As teeth of traps; when bones and the dead are smelt <br />Under the mud where long ago they fell <br />Mixed with the sour sharp odour of the shell.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cramped-in-that-funnelled-hole/
