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A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
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.
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
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
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…
Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
In the rain in the rain in the rai… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and… The dancers dance in long white pa… It isn’t right to yence your aunts
At the lake shore there was another rowboat drawn up. The two Indians stood waiting. Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them ...
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.