Screw Guns by Rudyard Kipling
...For you all love the screw-guns — the screw-guns they all love you!
So when we take tea with a few guns,
o' course you will know what to do — hoo! hoo!
Jest send in your Chief an' surrender —
it's worse if you fights or you runs:
You may hide in the caves, they'll be only your graves,
but you can't get away from the guns!
Cramped in that Funnelled Hole by Wilfred Owen
Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn
Open a jagged rim around; a yawn
Of death's jaws, which had all but swallowed them
Stuck in the bottom of his throat of phlegm.
They were in one of many mouths of Hell
Not seen of seers in visions, only felt
As teeth of traps; when bones and the dead are smelt
Under the mud where long ago they fell
Mixed with the sour sharp odour of the shell.