I found this poem while creating a lesson plan on WWI and thought I would share.

There died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old
bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization,

Charm, smiling
at the good mouth,
Quick eyes gone under earth's lid,

For two gross
of broken statues,
For a few thousand battered books.

-- Ezra Pound,
1920