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  • The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.

    Wilfred Owen (1965). “The Collected poems of Wilfred Owen”, p.22, New Directions Publishing