This stark stupendous horror, visualize
The unutterable foulness of it all....
I’d shew them, not your glamourous “glorious game,”
Which men play “jesting” “for their honour’s sake”—
(A kind of Military Tournament,
With just a hint of danger—bound in cloth!)—
But War,—as war is now, and always was:
A dirty, loathsome, servile murder-job:—
Men, lousy, sleepless, ulcerous, afraid,
Toiling their hearts out in the pulling slime