<h2><SPAN name="Charing_Cross_1916" id="Charing_Cross_1916"></SPAN>Charing Cross—1916</h2>
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<span class="i0">Round Charing Cross in carrion row<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The crowd press in; a sight to see;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Their mouths agape, their eyes aglow,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With morbid curiosity.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Those twisted limbs, those bandaged faces!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Humanity all broken down!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The ghostly grim procession races:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Hell's handicraft in London Town.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The bestial throng with pampered eyes—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Faces of goat or sheep or bull—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">All greedy with a glad surprise<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of ghoulish horror drinking full.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Heroic citizens, well nourished,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Who feast your eyes:—What sight to see?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">By you the Coliseum flourished;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You thronged, as now, round Calvary.<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum">[44]</span></div>
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