I love Owen's poetry. "Dulce et Decorum Est" is one of the most powerful poems I know. This summer I spent some time reading many of Owen's other poems, and one that I can highly recommend to you is called "Disabled." This poem describes the fate of a young soldier who manages to make it back from the war, missing two legs and one arm. Owen's descriptions of death are highly memorable; here, however, he depicts a young man who will have to cope for the rest of his life with the effects of war.
The final lines of the poem are especially moving. As he sits outside a military hospital in the gathering groom, the young man recalls events from earlier in the day:
Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men who were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
And put him to bed? Why don't they come?
Part of the power of this poem lies in its depiction of what the lives of warriors can be like after the war is over.