| Robert Graves (1895–1985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918. |
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| 17. When I’m Killed |
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| WHEN I’m killed, don’t think of me | |
| Buried there in Cambrin Wood, | |
| Nor as in Zion think of me | |
| With the Intolerable Good. | |
| And there’s one thing that I know well, | 5 |
| I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell! | |
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| So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me, | |
| Walking the dim corridor; | |
| In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me, | |
| Or you must wait for evermore. | 10 |
| You’ll find me buried, living-dead | |
| In these verses that you’ve read. | |
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| So when I’m killed, don’t mourn for me, | |
| Shot, poor lad, so bold and young, | |
| Killed and gone—don’t mourn for me. | 15 |
| On your lips my life is hung: | |
| O friends and lovers, you can save | |
| Your playfellow from the grave. | |
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