Round their muddy maze of trenches,
Rather like an aggravated
Rabbit warren with the roof off,
Worse to find one’s way about in
Than the dark and windy subways
Of the Piccadilly tube are.
In the day and night that followed
Many things learnt Tiadatha
Of the subtleties of trench-craft.
Learnt of crumps and duds and shrapnel,