Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

A Dead Boche - Poem by Robert Graves

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To you who’d read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before)
”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.


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  • (9/13/2015 8:32:00 AM)


    Boche = German soldier (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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