Champs de Honneur
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| Champs de Honneur by |
| (first printed in the U.S. in 1923 either without copyright or renewal) |
Soldiers never do die well;
Crosses mark the places,
Wooden crosses where they fell;
Stuck above their faces.
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch;
All the world roars red and black,
Soldiers smother in a ditch;
Choking through the whole attack.
