It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined. (1-3)
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
"Strange friend," I said, "Here is no cause to mourn." (12-14)
[…] I meant the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled. (24-25)