Dawn

 Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat.

Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar.

We have been here for ever: even yet
A dim watch tells two hours, two aeons, more.

The windows are tight-shut and slimy-wet
With a night's foetor.
 There are two hours more;
Two hours to dawn and Milan; two hours yet.

Opposite me two Germans sweat and snore.
 .
 .
 .


One of them wakes, and spits, and sleeps again.

The darkness shivers.
 A wan light through the rain
Strikes on our faces, drawn and white.
 Somewhere
A new day sprawls; and, inside, the foul air
Is chill, and damp, and fouler than before.
 .
 .
 .

Opposite me two Germans sweat and snore.

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