Lamentations

I found him in the guard-room at the Base.  

From the blind darkness I had heard his crying  

And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face  

A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying  

To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.

And, all because his brother had gone west,  

Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief  

Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling  

Half-naked on the floor. In my belief  

Such men have lost all patriotic feeling.