We never feel the lust of steel
Or fury-woken blood,
We live and die and wonder why
In mud, and mud, and mud,
And horror first and horror last
And Phantom Terror riding past.
We hear and hear the hounds of Fear
Nearer and more near.
We feel their breath….
Only the nights befriend
And mitigate the hell;
You can read the rest of the poem here http://www.oldpoetry.com/Geoffrey_Dearmer/Nous_Autres
or listen to it here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6QjfUo1GMY