Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

When I'M Killed

Poem by Robert Graves

When I’m killed, don’t think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And there’s one thing that I know well,
I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell!

So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me,
Walking the dim corridor;
In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me,
Or you must wait for evermore.
You’ll find me buried, living-dead
In these verses that you’ve read.

So when I’m killed, don’t mourn for me,
Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,
Killed and gone — don’t mourn for me.
On your lips my life is hung:
O friends and lovers, you can save
Your playfellow from the grave.

Comments about When I'M Killed by Robert Graves

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (9/1/2019 11:03:00 PM)

    Startling thoughts about his death, and what happens afterwards.(Report)Reply

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  • Bobby (1/25/2018 12:45:00 PM)

    Does it have a moral?(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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