Break of Day in the Trenches by Isaac Rosenberg | Poetry Magazine
Break of Day in the Trenches Launch Audio in a New Window. By Isaac Rosenberg. The darkness crumbles away. It is the same old druid Time as ever, Only a live thing leaps my hand, A queer sardonic rat, As I pull the parapet's poppy. To stick behind my ear. Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew ...
