Wilfred Owen is a poet who can create a range of voices; from intellectual first-person narrator observation of death in the trenches (as in Exposure) to wry, sharply sarcastic mockery of ignorant men detached from the realities of war (as in Arms and the Boy) to colloquial utterances of ordinary s...
'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!
Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.
Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!'
Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured,-Fool!
And the splinters spat, and tittered.
'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.
And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
And the Gas hissed.
Wilfred-owen released The Last Laugh on Tue Jan 01 1918.