His wild heart beats with painful sobs,
His strin'd hands clench an ice-cold rifle,
His aching jaws grip a hot parch'd tongue,
His wide eyes search unconsciously.
He cannot shriek.
Bloody saliva
Dribbles down his shapeless jacket.
I saw him stab
And stab again
A well-killed Boche.
This is the happy warrior,
This is he…
The Happy Warrior | |
 1893-1968, written in 1916 4 views Categories: War View OptionsModern PoetThis poet lived past 1955, but our researchers have included this poem in our archive because it is relevant to the study of classical poetry.If you own the copyright to this poem and would us to remove it from our collection, please contact us. We are DMCA compliant. Sign up for FREEA free allpoetry.com account is required to comment and participate. It's fast and free! 
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