The Fence Double Like old beggars under sex, Knock need, Coffing like hex, we curse through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to touch, Men marched asleep, Many had lost their boots, But limped on bloodshed, Wall went lame, Wall blime, Drunk with fatigue, Death even to the boots of tired, Outstripped five nines that dropped behind. Gas, gas, quick boys, An ecstasy of fun, Bitting the clumsy elements just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And floundering like a man in fire or limed, Dimmed through the misty pains, And thick green lights, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning, In all my dreams, Before my helpless sight, he plunges at me, Guttering, choking, drowning, If then, Sun's mother in dreams, you too could pace, Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes brithing in his face, Is hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, then every jolt, The blood come gargling from the froth corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, Bitter as the cart, A vile, incurable source on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest, To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old lie, Dolce, a decorum asked, Propartria, Maury.