The Legless Man

They pinned two medals on my chest, a yellow and a brown,

And lovely ladies made me blush, such pretty words they said.

I felt a cheerful man, almost, until my eyes went down,

And there I saw the blankets - how they sagged upon my bed.

And then again I drank the cup of sorrow to the dregs:

Oh, they can keep their medals if they give me back my legs.

I think of how I used to run and leap and kick the ball,

And ride and dance and climb the hills and frolic in the sea;

And all the thousand things that now I'll never do at all. . . .

Mon Dieu! there's nothing left in life, it often seems to me.

And as the nurses lift me up and strap me in my chair,

If they would chloroform me off I feel I wouldn't care.

Ah yes! we're "heroes all" to-day - they point to us with pride;

To-day their hearts go out to us, the tears are in their eyes!

But wait a bit; to-morrow they will blindly look aside;

No more they'll talk of what they owe, the dues of sacrifice

(One hates to be reminded of an everlasting debt).

It's all in human nature. Ah! the world will soon forget.

My mind goes back to where I lay wound-rotted on the plain,

And ate the muddy mangold roots, and drank the drops of dew,

And dragged myself for miles and miles when every move was pain,

And over me the carrion-crows were retching as they flew.

Oh, ere I closed my eyes and stuck my rifle in the air

I wish that those who picked me up had passed and left me there.