Death fell me, like a deepening moan.And He, picking a manner worm, ha — Wilfred Owen, Poems Wilfred Owen

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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.

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