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Soldier's dream
by Wilfred Owen

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears 
and caused a permanent stoppage on all bolts,
and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts,
and rusted every bayonet with his tears.

And there were no more bombs, of ours or theirs,
not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael
and when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.

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