Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
We Who Have LostHoward Unger
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My arm was gone, and I was weak from loss of blood.
Presently a steel splinter ripped my belly;
I fell into the slimy ditch, and struggled, struggled!
“Be quiet, little brother, and I will show you how to lie at ease.”
Now we are at rest.
The heavy tread of the victors shakes the earth;
The loose dirt falls from the side of the ditch,
Little by little.