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86 IN THE MORNING
And there, where the trench through the graveyard wound, The dead men's bones stuck over the ground By the road to Loos in the morning.
The turret towers that stood in the air,
Sheltered a foeman sniper there— They found, who fell to the sniper's aim,
A field of death on the field of fame ; And stiff in khaki the boys were laid
To the sniper's toll at the barricade, But the quick went clattering through the town,
Shot at the sniper and brought him down, As we entered Loos in the morning.
The dead men lay on the cellar stair, Toll of the bomb that found them there.