July 31, 2005

In The Mutilation Mill

Oh, it isn't cheerful to see a man, the marvelous work of God,
Crushed in the mutilation mill, crushed to a smeary clod;
Oh, it isn't cheerful to hear him moan; but it isn't that I mind,
It isn't the anguish that goes with him, it's the anguish he leaves behind.
For his going opens a tragic door that gives on a world of pain,
And the death he dies, those who live and love, will die again and again.
—Robert W. Service

Source: Only A Boche poem by Robert W. Service included in Rhymes of a Red Cross Man by Robert W. Service 1916 published by Barse & Hopkins
Service is writing about World War I from the Allies point of view.

Posted by niganit at July 31, 2005 1:07 PM
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