In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
There is a new-made grave to-day,
Built by never a spade nor pick
Yet covered with earth ten metres thick.
There lie many fighting men,
Dead in their youthful prime,
Never to laugh nor love again
Nor taste the Summertime.
For Death came flying through the air
And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,
Touched his prey and left them there,
Clay to clay.

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The poem commemorates an intense German artillery bombardment of an American trench position in the Rouge Bouquet wood on 7 March 1918 that resulted in the lost of 19 American soldiers. Kilmer apparently composed the poem immediately after the bombardment and it was first read over the soldiers’ graves. The poem was first published two weeks after Kilmer’s death on 30 July 1918 in the 16 August 1918 issue of Stars and Stripes. The poem was read over Kilmer’s own grave when he was buried in France. [Wikipedia]