Wirers
"Pass it along, the wiring party's going out" - And yawning sentries mumble, "Wirers going out," Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with muffled thud, They toil with stealthy haste and anger in their blood. The Boche sends up a flare. Black forms stand rigid there, Stock-still like posts; then darkness, and the clumsy ghosts Stride hither and thither, whispering, tripped by clutching snare Of snags and tangles. Ghastly dawn with vaporous coasts Gleams desolate along the sky, night's misery ended. Young Hughes was badly hit; I heard him carried away, Moaning at every lurch; no doubt he'll die to-day. But we can say the front-line wire's been safely mended.
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""Pass it along, the wiring party's going out" - ..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Siegfried Loraine Sassoon delivers a powerful performance in "Wirers"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...