For 10 points—name this poem by Wilfred Owen.
It discusses how a group of "Men marched asleep.  Many had lost their boots but limped on, blood-shod", before claiming that "all went lame; all blind; drunk with fatigue".  The second section of this work describes how "someone still was yelling out and stumbling, and flound'ring like a man in fire or lime" after "tired, outstripped Five-Nines...dropped behind".  The author ends the second section of this work by claiming "in all my dreams, before my helpless sight, he plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning" and goes on to describe a man being thrown into a wagon with a "hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin" and "froth-corrupted lungs", before saying, "my friend, you would not tell with such high zest, to children ardent for some desperate glory, that old lie".  For 10 points—name this poem by Wilfred Owen.
It discusses how a group of "Men marched asleep.  Many had lost their boots but limped on, blood-shod", before claiming that "all went lame; all blind; drunk with fatigue".  
“{Dulce Et Decorum Est}”