...consequences of military technology. In other words, they celebrate corpses while keeping them at bay: The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin And...chorus, drunk with din; "We're sure the Kaiser loves our dear old Tanks!" Having set up this biting picture of war hysteria, the combatant speaker steps...

...again, as in 'Blighters', where the sentimentality of London is contrasted with the reality in Flanders: The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin And...come down the stalls, Lurching to rag-time tunes, or 'Home, sweet Home!' And there 'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round...

...and the false sentiment at home is the supreme expression of poetry : The house is crammed; tier upon tier they grin And cackle at the show, while prancing...ranks Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din 'They're sure the Kaiser loves the dear old tanks!' I'd like to see a tank come down the stalls Lurching...