And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan.And He,....

“ And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan.And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hidIts bruises in the earth, but crawled no further,Showed me its feet, the feet of many men,And the fresh-severed head of it, my head. ”

Wilfred Owen

From : The Poems Of Wilfred Owen