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The hot wax drips from the flares / On the scrawled pink forms that litter / The bench where he sits; the glitter / Of stars is framed by the sandbags atop of the dug-out stairs.
And the lagging watch-hands creep; / And his cloaked mates murmur in sleep, -- / Forms he can wake with a kick, -- / And he hears, as he plays with the pressel-switch, the strapped / receiver click / On his ear that listens, listens; / And the candle-flicker glistens / On the rounded brass of the switch-board where the red wires / cluster thick.