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The Last Laugh
(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

The Last Laugh

'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!
Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.

Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!'
Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured,-Fool!
And the splinters spat, and tittered.

'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till slowly lowered, his whole faced kissed the mud.
And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
And the Gas hissed.

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'Domine Iesu Christe! Im 'ledo, ' inquit; et mortuus est. Utrum inaniter abominationem et oravit quidem, De Globis usque pipiabat, in frustra, frustra, frustra! Tut-tut-apparatus gun-attenuate arrisit? Tut-tut! Canones Et Big guffawed.
The great poet describes the last moments of the soldiers in a war which gives the glimpse of the incident in such clarity and when it reads comes to the mind in war the loss of life in such circumstances really sad.
What owen does well in this poem is that he is able to create emotion relating to the audience, the pure fact of these soldier suffering, through each soldier dying while being the victim of guns
I am so glad that there are no more of these terrible war poems coming out...
The truth of war penned exquisitely. yet unable to make war good.
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