This week's theme is supposedly science-fiction but yesterday's theater and the event it commemorates deserve to take precedence, so today's blog is about that war and more specifically the Battle of the Somme. To begin with, an excerpt from a song by the American band Semisonic. This is from 'Star', recorded in 1995. I would have liked to include a link to an audio recording as it is a beautiful and moving performance, but I could find nothing online. (Track them down if you can, copies on request.) The lyrics are ambiguous but I've always taken them to refer to the last thoughts and hopes of a dying soldier. See what you think...
Star
I wandered in the moonlight
A ghost without a friend
All around me starlight fell on lost and wounded men
I know that I took some damage
I wanted to be home again
So I waited for a star my soul to mend
I waited for a star my soul to mend.
Star you're a beautiful sight,
Bring me your lovely light.
I'll be your satellite, satellite.
(Semisonic, 1995, from the album 'Pleasure')
A while back I wrote and blogged a poem about Winter at War. Here below is its companion piece, Summer At War, which I just completed on the eve of the 100th anniversary of the Battle of the Somme.
Yesterday's soldiers may have preserved a ghostly silence but I've built this poem out of words and phrases extracted from a whole raft of contemporary eye-witness accounts. These are the voices and thoughts of the men of the Somme from a century ago. I hope that the way I have incorporated, shaped and extended them preserves their power and resonance.
Summer At War
For a week before, the whole land heaved
As ponderous masses of machinery roared.
Shells droned overhead like giant bumblebees,
Spiralled away and the air closed in with thunderclaps behind.
Then came the crashing, smashing, boring down
As they tore into the quivering earth of enemy lines.
Each night, star shells lit up the trenches bright as day.
Infernal fires flashed, flickered with swift tongues of flame,
The rosy smoke-cloud sky ablaze with lightning,
Screaming with artillery,
As the very ground beneath us shook.
This was the softening up.
When dawn broke it was beautiful. Larks were singing.
You knew it was coming and you wished to God
That it was over and done with, the last big push.
When the little hand of a wrist watch said 'it is now'
Then the whistles would blow
And over the top we would go,
Wave after wave of British infantry
Walking right on to Berlin and victory.
The signal was given at seven-thirty
And out of the trenches we soft machines poured.
They had told us to walk towards enemy lines
But we were met with barbed wire and machine-gun fire
And it wasn't like the practice at all.
Men were falling as skittles bowled over.
We were walking across but we couldn't get through.
Tangled bodies were caught up in the wire,
Naked torsos spiked, black stubble on pale, haggard faces
With machine-gun bullets whipping them round
Like washing hung on a line,
Only they were shrieking and their bowels were hanging down.
It was stupid, absolutely stupid. Mad charge after mad charge
And the machine-guns just mowed us all down
Like so many pieces of wood.
Tall men got it through the jaw, shorter men through the eyes.
Machine-guns filled the shell-holes, the hell-holes,
With heaps of blinded, wounded, dead.
Flies in the face of adversity.
It was a frightful horror of fire and smoke and stink,
Of young lives with all the blood oozing out of them,
Nobody there to lift their head, not one,
Nobody there to care;
And men who couldn't die although they wanted to,
Condemned to painful hours of lingering, hopeless life,
Trembling as the terrible sound of death roared around,
Giving themselves up to the supreme importance
Of holding on tight to every yard of ground.
How pitiful and pitiless this war - actually more horrible
than words can describe.
And how to make sense of it all?
Twenty thousand dead in a single day.
Respect their sacrifice. Respect their memory.
Children, be proud of your fathers.
Mothers, be brave for your sons.
Everyone thinks they understand what this earth cost,
But the only people who really know
Are the ones who are lost.
They lie beneath it now.
Never forget! Thanks for reading. Have a good week, S ;-) Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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