War Poem- How To Die

Dark clouds are smouldering into red,
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers towards the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.

You'd think, to hear some people talk,
That lads go West with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,
Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.
But they've been taught the way to do it
Like Christian soldiers; not with haste
And shuddering groans; but passing through it
With due regard for decent taste.

By Annonamous


This poem is a really good war poem because it uses words that relate to soldiers in war right now. It really relates to the film war horse as well.