And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.
Wilfred Owen (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)”, p.194, Delphi Classics
