Soldier's Dream

Soldier’s Dream

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; And rusted bayonets with His tears. And there were no more bombs, of ours or theirs, Not even an old flint-lock, nor even a pikel. But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael; And when I woke he’d seen to our repairs.

Poet: Wilfred Owen
Source: @BlueRidgeJournal
Books: @AbeBooks

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears.

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