Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Les Grands Mutiles - Poem by Robert William Service

I saw three wounded of the war:
And the first had lost his eyes;
And the second went on wheels and had
No legs below the thighs;
And the face of the third was featureless,
And his mouth ran cornerwise.
So I made a rhyme about each one,
And this is how my fancies run.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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