Mental Cases – Wilfred Owen
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob …
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob …
The sun’s a red ball in the oak And all the grass is grey with dew Awhile ago a blackbird …