First World War Poetry Digital Archive

Soldier'S Dream

SOLDIER'S DREAM by WILFRED OWEN

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, nor even a pikel. But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael; And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.

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