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A Dead Boche
(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

A Dead Boche

To you who'd read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I'll say (you've heard it said before)
"War's Hell! " and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.

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Roald Dahl


Comments (9)

This is an incredible book. Thank you so much! I have honestly never had this much fun cooking apple pie! The recipes are all delicious (especially the pie!) Would recommend adding a dust of cinnamon to the pie, if you're looking for a denser flavour.
A pitiful sight to see a dead German soldier in such a grotesque state. Graves had seen it all in war time. A fine soldier himself.
Mother truckin' horror. War is real people killing real people. Look into the face of your dead, decaying, bloating enemy. That could just as well be you. This poem pulls the veil back. The moral victory is for those who don't fight and kill.
Songs of war! ! Destroying the earth. Thanks for sharing.
This poem brings to fore the horrors of war that makes an appeal to end all kinds of bloodshed and indiscriminate killing of people anywhere in the world. Thanks, Robert.
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