War and Love/Bombardment
BOMBARDMENT
Four days the earth was rent and tornBy bursting steel,The houses fell about us;Three nights we dared not sleep,Sweating, and listening for the imminent crashWhich meant our death.
The fourth night every man,Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,Slept, muttering and twitching,While the shells crashed overhead.
The fifth day there came a hush;We left our holesAnd looked above the wreckage of the earthTo where the white clouds moved in silent linesAcross the untroubled blue.