Dead Man's Dump Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHIIIJI JKLMNO PQIAACR CCSTU VWGVCCX YVZMA2 CB2C C2D2D2E2F2G2H2 ICI2IJ2C GC LK2K2LLC GCCGL2CM2M2L2 N2CCO2L2P2Q2R2C| The plunging limbers over the shattered track | A |
| Racketed with their rusty freight | B |
| Stuck out like many crowns of thorns | C |
| And the rusty stakes like sceptres old | D |
| To stay the flood of brutish men | E |
| Upon our brothers dear | F |
| - | |
| The wheels lurched over sprawled dead | G |
| But pained them not though their bones crunched | H |
| Their shut mouths made no moan | I |
| They lie there huddled friend and foeman | I |
| Man born of man and born of woman | I |
| And shells go crying over them | J |
| From night till night and now | I |
| - | |
| Earth has waited for them | J |
| All the time of their growth | K |
| Fretting for their decay | L |
| Now she has them at last | M |
| In the strength of their strength | N |
| Suspended stopped and held | O |
| - | |
| What fierce imaginings their dark souls lit | P |
| Earth have they gone into you | Q |
| Somewhere they must have gone | I |
| And flung on your hard back | A |
| Is their soul's sack | A |
| Emptied of God ancestralled essences | C |
| Who hurled them out Who hurled | R |
| - | |
| None saw their spirits' shadow shake the grass | C |
| Or stood aside for the half used life to pass | C |
| Out of those doomed nostrils and the doomed mouth | S |
| When the swift iron burning bee | T |
| Drained the wild honey of their youth | U |
| - | |
| What of us who flung on the shrieking pyre | V |
| Walk our usual thoughts untouched | W |
| Our lucky limbs as on ichor fed | G |
| Immortal seeming ever | V |
| Perhaps when the flames beat loud on us | C |
| A fear may choke in our veins | C |
| And the startled blood may stop | X |
| - | |
| The air is loud with death | Y |
| The dark air spurts with fire | V |
| The explosions ceaseless are | Z |
| Timelessly now some minutes past | M |
| Those dead strode time with vigorous life | A2 |
| Till the shrapnel called An end ' | - |
| But not to all In bleeding pangs | C |
| Some borne on stretchers dreamed of home | B2 |
| Dear things war blotted from their hearts | C |
| - | |
| Maniac Earth howling and flying your bowel | C2 |
| Seared by the jagged fire the iron love | D2 |
| The impetuous storm of savage love | D2 |
| Dark Earth dark Heavens swinging in chemic smoke | E2 |
| What dead are born when you kiss each soundless soul | F2 |
| With lightning and thunder from your mined heart | G2 |
| Which man's self dug and his blind fingers loosed | H2 |
| - | |
| A man's brains splattered on | I |
| A stretcher bearer's face | C |
| His shook shoulders slipped their load | I2 |
| But when they bent to look again | I |
| The drowning soul was sunk too deep | J2 |
| For human tenderness | C |
| - | |
| They left this dead with the older dead | G |
| Stretched at the cross roads | C |
| - | |
| Burnt black by strange decay | L |
| Their sinister faces lie | K2 |
| The lid over each eye | K2 |
| The grass and coloured clay | L |
| More motion have than they | L |
| Joined to the great sunk silences | C |
| - | |
| Here is one not long dead | G |
| His dark hearing caught our far wheels | C |
| And the choked soul stretched weak hands | C |
| To reach the living word the far wheels said | G |
| The blood dazed intelligence beating for light | L2 |
| Crying through the suspense of the far torturing wheels | C |
| Swift for the end to break | M2 |
| Or the wheels to break | M2 |
| Cried as the tide of the world broke over his sight | L2 |
| - | |
| Will they come Will they ever come | N2 |
| Even as the mixed hoofs of the mules | C |
| The quivering bellied mules | C |
| And the rushing wheels all mixed | O2 |
| With his tortured upturned sight | L2 |
| So we crashed round the bend | P2 |
| We heard his weak scream | Q2 |
| We heard his very last sound | R2 |
| And our wheels grazed his dead face | C |
Isaac Rosenberg
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