![Wilfred Owen – Soldier's Dream](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIt_VTL7rI1TmxNXBQ6tsPHYSkukXmvLTPavEh4mvybjtb-YI5igADxxTlqaGV4BmzrIKNmgLQTRjSebEWbjIrnRxG7JjXn3eoOTSWAVDGv8WRfLLpC-k5HvxQ_9L6Qc8FainfwsVd_c/d-rw/Wilfred-Owen.jpg)
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,
Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,
Not even an old flint-lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he'd seen to our repairs.