An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
The poem is almost like a meditation. The speaker knows that he will die somewhere in the clouds. Still, he doesn't hate his enemies, and he doesn't love his countrymen. In fact, his real attachment is to his little local village. And nobody forced him into this business either. Some weird impulse drove him to join the military. At least in the military, he says, his life won't be just some waste of breath.