#AmericanWriters
Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
For we have thought the longer tho… And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils’ tune… Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night,
There are never any suicides in th… No successful suicides. A Chinese boy kills himself and i… (they continue to place his mail i… A Norwegian boy kills himself and…
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
There was a cat named Crazy Chris… Who never lived long enough to scr… He was gay hearted, young and hand… And all the secrets of life he kne… He would always arrive on time for…
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.