The next war | Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death

by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)

The next war

Language: English

Our translations: FRE SPA

Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death:
Sat down and eaten with him, cool and bland, --
Pardoned his spilling mess-tins in our hand.
We've sniffed the green thick odour of his breath, --
Our eyes wept, but our courage didn't writhe.
He's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed
Shrapnel. We chorused when he sang aloft;
We whistled while he shaved us with his scythe.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against his powers.
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death, for Life; not men, for flags.

Text Authorship:

by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918), "The next war", from Arts and Letters, first published 1920 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]

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by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Dies irae", op. 66 no. 2, published 1961 [ soprano, tenor, baritone, satb chorus, boys' chorus, orchestra, chamber orchestra, organ ], from War Requiem, no. 2
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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-08
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Word count: 118