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_" REMORSE Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck boards; only he knows Each flash and spouting crash,  each instant lit When gloom reveals the streaming rain. REMORSE LOST IN THE SWAMP AND WELTER OF THE PIT HE FLOUNDERS OFF THE DUCK BOARDS ONLY HE KNOWS EACH FLASH AND SPOUTING CRASH EACH INSTANT LIT WHEN GLOOM REVEALS THE STREAMING RAIN
own, and down, he sank and drowned, Bleeding to death. The counter-attack had failed. THE EFFECT "The effect of our bombardment was terrific. One man told me he had never seen so many dead before." _War Correspondent_. "_He'd never seen so many dead before_." They sprawled in yellow daylight while he swore And gasped and lugged his everlasting load Of bombs along what once had been a road. "_How peaceful are the dead_." Who put that silly gag in some one's head? "_He'd never seen so many dead before_." The lilting words danced up and down his brain, While corpses jumped and capered in the rain. No, no; hfc wouldn't count them any more ... The dead have done with pain: They've choked; they can't come back to life again. When Dick was killed last week he looked like that, Flapping along the fire-step like a fish, After the blazing crump had knocked him flat ... "_How many dead? As many as ever you wish_. _Don't count 'em; they're too many_. _Who'll buy my nice fresh corpses, two a penny?  SECTION TWENTY THREE OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGHED SESSOON BY SIGSOON READ FOR LIBERVOX DOTORG BY MARK HISSOCK
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