These are the damned circles Dante trod, <br />Terrible in hopelessness, <br />But even skulls have their humour, <br />An eyeless and sardonic mockery: <br />And we, <br />Sitting with streaming eyes in the acrid smoke, <br />That murks our foul, damp billet, <br />Chant bitterly, with raucous voices <br />As a choir of frogs <br />In hideous irony, our patriotic songs.<br /><br />Frederic Manning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grotesque-2/
