When I'm Killed

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Title:     When I'm Killed
Author: Robert Graves [More Titles by Graves]

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,
I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!

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.
You'll find me buried, living-dead
In these verses that you've read.

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.
On your lips my life is hung:
O friends and lovers, you can save
Your playfellow from the grave.

[The end]
Robert Graves's poem: When I'm Killed

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