Anthem for Doomed Youth
- What passing-bells for those who die as cattle?
- --Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
- Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
- Can patter out their hasty orisons.
- No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
- Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,--
- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
- and bugles calling for them from sad shires.
- What candles may be held to speed them all?
- Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
- Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
- The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
- Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
- And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
--Wilfred Owen (1917)