Just see what’s happening Worley! Worley rose <br />And round the angled doorway thrust his nose <br />And serjeant Hyde went too to snuff the air. . . . <br />Then war brought down his fist, and missed the pair! <br />Yet Hyde was hit by a splinter, the blood came, <br />And out sprang terrors that he’d striven to tame, <br />A good man, Hyde, for weeks. I'm blown to bits, <br />He screams, he screams. Come Bluffer, where’s your wits, <br />Says Worley, Bluffer, you’ve a blighty, man! <br />All in the pillbox urged him, here began <br />His freedom: Think of Eastbourne and your dad, <br />The poor man lay at length and brief and mad <br />Flung out his cry of doom; soon ebbed and dumb <br />He yielded. Worley with a tot of rum <br />And shouting in his face could not restore him, <br />The ship of Charon over channel bore him, <br />All marvelled even on that most deadly day <br />To see this soul so spirited away.<br /><br />Edmund Blunden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pillbox/
