I’m thrilled by what these heroes do or die for:
The Colyum’s readers think they make its laws,
And I make out to give them what they cry for.
And since they cry for stuff about the war,
Since war at this safe distance not to them’s hell,
I have to write of things that I abhor,
And far, strange battlegrounds like Ypres and Przemysl.
War is an almost perfect rime for bore;
And, ’spite my readers (who have cursed and blessed me),
Some day I’ll throw the war junk on the floor,