Or blown off the festering face of an earth that
God Himself wouldn't know!
Not a yard but was part of a shell-hole—not an
inch, to be more precise—
And most of the holes held water, and all the
water was ice:
They stared at the bleak blue heavens like the
glazed blue eyes of the slain,
Till the snow came, shutting them gently, and
sheeting the slaughtered plain.