When I'm Killed by Robert Graves
When Iâ€™m killed, donâ€™t think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And thereâ€™s one thing that I know well,
Iâ€™m damned if Iâ€™ll be damned to Hell!
So when Iâ€™m killed, donâ€™t wait for me,
Walking the dim corridor;
In Heaven or Hell, donâ€™t wait for me,
Or you must wait for evermore.
Youâ€™ll find me buried, living-dead
In these verses that youâ€™ve read.
So when Iâ€™m killed, donâ€™t mourn for me,
Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,
Killed and gone â€” donâ€™t mourn for me.
On your lips my life is hung:
O friends and lovers, you can save
Your playfellow from the grave.