Strafe

The “crumps” are falling twenty to the minute. We crouch, and wait the end of it--or us. Just behind the trench, before, and in it, The “crumps” are falling twenty to the minute; (O Framilode! O Maisemore’s laughing linnet!) Here comes a monster like a motor-bus. The “crumps” are falling twenty to the minute: We crouch and wait the end of it--or us.