Explore "It's a Queer Time" by Robert Graves on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
It's hard to know if you're alive or dead / When steel and fire go roaring through your head.
One moment you'll be crouching at your gun / Traversing, mowing heaps down half in fun: / The next, you choke and clutch at your right breast / No time to think -- leave all -- and off you go. / To Treasure Island where the Spice winds blow, / To lovely groves of mango, quince and lime -- / Breathe no goodbye, but ho, for the Red West! / It's a queer time.