Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Mental Cases - Poem by Wilfred Owen

Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain,- but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?

-These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable, and human squander
Rucked too thick for these men's extrication.

Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented
Back into their brains, because on their sense
Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.
-Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
-Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.


Comments about Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen

  • Rookie - 48 Points Liam Taylor (3/4/2015 7:18:00 AM)

    10/10 would read again (Report) Reply

    4 person liked.
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  • Rookie - 53 Points Cathy O (2/27/2015 1:14:00 PM)

    Historically his knowledge is impressive. PTSD was not really a thing during world war one. Or it had no true form of treatment. I believe this is a great representation of the horror of the trenches. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Conrad B. (11/23/2013 9:33:00 PM)

    This poem is misquoted in two places, both in the lines Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish, /
    Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked? The correct quote is Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, / Baring teeth that leer like skulls' tongues wicked? both jays and teeth are incorrect. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jane Moon (6/3/2009 4:16:00 PM)

    Ah, here is the catastrophe of war: men traumatized beyond endurance, destroyed for life. Is death preferable? What grotesque past destroyed their minds? What pathetic future enslaves them, these individuals so devastated and haunted. War has no purpose but destruction - so wrong! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Philip Ford (2/25/2005 6:16:00 AM)

    The greatest anti-war poem ever written (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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