Explore "Poems: Apologia pro Poemate Meo" by Wilfred Owen on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I, too, saw God through mud -- / The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. / War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, / And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.
Merry it was to laugh there -- / Where death becomes absurd and life absurder. / For power was on us as we slashed bones bare / Not to feel sickness or remorse of murder.