Exposure Flashcards
1
Q
Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us . . .
A
Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . .
2
Q
Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
A
But nothing happens.
3
Q
The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow . . .
A
We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.
4
Q
Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army
A
Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey,
5
Q
Pale flakes with fingering stealth come feeling for our faces—
A
We cringe in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed,
6
Q
Shutters and doors, all closed: on us the doors are closed,—
A
We turn back to our dying.
7
Q
The burying-party, picks and shovels in shaking grasp,
Pause over half-known faces.
A
All their eyes are ice,
