October

23

Attack by Seigfried Sassoon

At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In wild purple of the glow’ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
Men jostle and climb to meets the bristling fire,
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top.
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