The Messages
beside me in the trench-and three
Whispered their dying messages to me...."
Back from the trenches, more dead than alive,
Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a broken knee,
He hobbled slowly, muttering vacantly:
"I cannot quite remember.... There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench, and three
Whispered their dying messages to me....
"Their friends are waiting, wondering how they thrive-
Waiting a word in silence patiently....
But what they said, or who their friends may be
"I cannot quite remember.... There where five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench-and three
Whispered their dying messages to me...."
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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