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The Last Laugh

THE LAST LAUGH by WILFRED OWEN 'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped---In vain, vain, vain! Machine-guns chuckled---Tut-tut! Tut-tut! And the Big Gun guffawed. Another sighed---'O Mother,---Mother,---Dad!' Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead. And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud Leisurely gestured,---Fool! And the splinters spat, and tittered. 'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood, Till slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud. And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned; Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned; And the Gas hissed.

Citation

“The Last Laugh,” by Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918). The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto & Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted. via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 4, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3318.

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