Dulce et Decorum est (1917) / Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)Bent double, like old beggars under sacks ,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge ,Till on the haunting fares we turned our backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge .Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind ;runk with !atigue; dea! e"en to the hoots#! tired, outstripped $i"e-%ines that dropped behind .&as' &as' (uick, boys')An ecstasy o! !umbling ,$itting the clumsy helmets *ust in time ;But someone still was yelling out and stumblingAnd found+ring like a man in ,re or lime ...im, through the misty panes and thick green light ,As under a green sea, - saw him drowning .-n all my dreams, be!ore my helpless sight ,.e plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning .-! in some smothering dreams you too could paceBehind the wagon that we fung him in ,And watch the white eyes writhing in his !ace ,.is hanging !ace, like a de"il+s sick o! sin ;-! you could hear, at e"ery *olt, the blood/ome gargling !rom the !roth-corrupted lungs ,#bscene as cancer, bitter as the cud#! "ile, incurable sores on innocent tongues ,My !riend, you would not tell with such high 0estTo children ardent !or some desperate glory ,The old 1ie2 Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori .