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Battle  
By: Wilfrid Wilson Gibson  
Out of the sparkling sea  
I drew my tingling body clear, and lay  
On a low ledge the livelong summer day,  
Basking, and watching lazily  
White sails in Falmouth Bay.
 
My body seemed to burn  
Salt in the sun that drenched it through and through,  
Till every particle glowed clean and new  
And slowly seemed to turn  
To lucent amber in a world of blue …
 
I felt a sudden wrench—  
A trickle of warm blood—  
And found that I was sprawling in the mud  
Among the dead men in the trench.
 
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson