Collected Poems Of The Great War A Century On

No. 16 - DIRTY LITTLE IMPS - BAZENTIN RIDGE, JULY 1916 (Durham Light Infantry) by ALAN S JEEVES The friendless bodies of unburied men Lie waiting for someone to take them home Scattered from the river to the hillside, Men who will see, hear, and feel no longer As the careless wind sweeps o'er their faces, A wind that blows away the fearsome smoke And abducts the echo of shot and shell Along with the curses of those who lie, Those who shall not slumber an old man's sleep Nor dream the sweet dreams of a young man's nights Or taste the sweet wine of a young man's days, Never soothing the tears of kith and kin, Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers - others?