Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares <br />That flood the field with shallow, blanching light. <br />The huddled sentry stares <br />On gloom at war with white, <br />And white receding slow, submerged in gloom. <br />Guns into mimic thunder burst and boom, <br />And mirthless laughter rakes the whistling night. <br />The sentry keeps his watch where no one stirs <br />But the brown rats, the nimble scavengers.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golgotha/
