Poem by Wilfred Owen

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 every bayonet with His tears.

And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,
Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs. 

1. On My Songs
2. I Know the Music
3. My Shy Hand
4. Spells And Incantations
5. Has Your Soul Sipped?

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