The Trenches Br (Heard In The Ranks)
THE TRENCHES by ROBERT GRAVES (Heard in the Ranks)
Scratches in the dirt? No, that sounds much too nice. Oh, far too nice. Seams, rather, of a Greyback Shirt, And we're the little lice Wriggling about in them a week or two, Till one day, suddenly, from the blue Something bloody and big will come Like---watch this fingernail and thumb!--- Squash! and he needs no twice.
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|Author||Graves, Robert (1895-1985)|
|Title||The Trenches Br (Heard In The Ranks)|
|Item Date||(1995, 1997, 1999)|
|Copyright||The Robert Graves Copyright Trust|
|First line||Scratches in the dirt?|
|Publication source||Robert Graves Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3|
|Publication editor||Graves, Beryl and Ward, Dunstan|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|