posted on 2024-04-05, 12:39authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell! So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read. So when I'm killed, don't mourn for me, Shot, poor lad, so bold and young, Killed and gone---don't mourn for me. On your lips my life is hung: O friends and lovers, you can save Your playfellow from the grave.
History
Identifier
3481.txt
Creator
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
Date
(1995, 1997, 1999)
Date Created
01/01/1997
Temporal Date
31/12/1999
Type
Poem
Rights
The Robert Graves Copyright Trust / Published in Graves, R. (1999) Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3. Eds. B. Graves and D. Ward. London: Penguin Books.