Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
She had been sitting there, cold and perturbed. Her eyes had bugs under them, suggesting that she had not caught any sleep that night. She had been staring on the ground, with her pupils dilated. It was clear to see that her mind had been wandering in only places that she knew best. Having seen and ignored her for a whole thirty minutes, a…