Page:The Muse in Arms, Osborn (ed), 1917.djvu/336

294 Damned if I'll die for any one," I said

Cerberus stands and grins above me now,

Wearing three heads, lion and lynx and sow.

"Quick, a revolver! but my Webley's gone,

Stolen no bombs  no knife  (the crowd swarms on,

Bellows, hurls stones) not even a honeyed sop

Nothing Good Cerberus  Good dog  but stop!

Stay! a great luminous thought I do believe

There's still some morphia that I bought on leave."

Then swiftly Cerberus' wide mouths I cram

With Army biscuit smeared with Tickler's jam;

And Sleep lurks in the luscious plum and apple.

He crunches, swallows, stiffens, seems to grapple

With the all-powerful poppy then a snore,

A crash; the beast blocks up the corridor

With monstrous hairy carcase, red and dun—

Too late: for I've sped through.

O Life! O Sun!

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