Ex-Service

Derision from the dead Mocks armamental madness. Redeem (each Ruler said) Mankind. Men died to do it. And some with glorying gladness Bore arms for earth and bled: But most went glumly through it Dumbly doomed to rue it. The darkness of their dying Grows one with War recorded; Whose swindled ghosts are crying From shell-holes in the past, Our deeds with lies were lauded, Our bones with wrongs rewarded. Dream voices these—denying Dud laurels to the last.