Bombardment

Four days the earth was rent and

By bursting steel,

The houses fell about us;

Three nights we dared not sleep,

Sweating, and listening for the imminent

Which meant our death.

The fourth night every man,

Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,

Slept, muttering and twitching,

While the shells crashed overhead.

The fifth day there came a hush;

We left our

And looked above the wreckage of the

To where the white clouds moved in silent

Across the untroubled blue.