Soldier's Dream
by Wilfred Owen

I dreamed that Christ had fouled the big-gun gears,
And made a permanent stoppage in all bolts
And buckled, with a smile, the Mausers and Colts,
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.

And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs.
So we got out, and gathering up our plunder
Of pains, and nightmares for the night, in wonder! --
Leapt the communication trench like flares.

But at the port, a man from the U.S.A.
Stopped us, and said: You go right back this minute.
I'll follow. Christ, your miracle ain't in it,
I'll get those rifles mended by today.

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Wilfred Owen died at the age of 25 on November 4, 1918, a few days before the armistice of November 11, 1918 that ended World War I


This is Beau, and it is rare that he holds still long enough for me to take his picture,
let alone allowing me to capture this familiar expression.