(AA) Canto 16: Outbreak!
Old Fibres
Truth is the voice of Nature & of Time –
Truth is the startling monitor within us –
Nought is without it, it comes from the stars
William Thomas Bacon
The Poets of the Grand Cataclysm
Express’d, for brasshat politics, contempt
Engendering gen’ral pacifism
Before the Hell-witch on his evil bent;
The Gods implore,
“How could you let this be,
A second major war within a demi-century!”
But now it’s here Britannia must,
With every ounce go fighting,
In she the free world put’s its trust,
To prevent Hitler alighting
The pinnacle from where the Just
Administer, citing
Those long-wrought laws of wizen’d precedent,
Not tyrant crimes of whimming president.
A generation combs its hair,
Tie-fixes, irons suits,
Prepares to share the ‘god knows where?’
The bullets & the boots,
For love of battle rumbles deep inside their tribal roots.
Britain
September 1st
1939
…& Wars Begin
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth
WH Auden
Dawn’s grey warning creeps cross the Baltic Sea,
A silhouette slow forming on the line,
Rough broadsides disturb the serenity,
Belching from Krupps of the Schleswig-Holstein;
Each solemn thud,
Peppers the Polish shore,
Earth shatters, scatters mud – the first shots of the war!
The Reichstag sit, silent, subdued,
Observing their leader jeer,
“The Polish race, backward & crude,
Violates our dear frontier!
Bombs shall meet bombs in bitter feud,
Your first captain stands here –
In ‘fourteen I offer’d my dying breath,
I don my coat ‘til victory or death!
If England dares to test our might
In battle once again,
Then let us fight, our Eagle’s flight
Surpasses her fat hen,
We all the way shall war, be it a single year or ten!”
Berlin
Sept 1st
1939
Captured!
The fears on the flanks of wind are ripening,
I pray for heaven
To protect your life from all suffering
Kama Sywor Kamanda
Unlit, Europa’s lamps, unlit once more!
Damageous death as enemy becomes;
This low, dishonest decade’s ending roar
Burns like the Devil’s churning djembe drums;
Condemn’d by dread,
Perplexity, we are
Compell’d to bang our head against the barb-d wire bar.
‘Neath many-headed monster swarm
The Polish frontier crushes,
Vladek ‘kpoks’ a human form,
Drops Gertman in the bushes,
Then caught – “What’s this! Your gun is warm!
You were shooting at us!”
“I just shot in the air, I promise you!”
The soldier slowly on his ciggie drew
“I did it for my kapitan,
But honestly, my friends,
I know I cannot kill a man…”
Loves on such threads suspend,
“You will be made a prisoner…” deep sighs as breaths extend.
Pomerania
September 1st
1939
Diplomatic Formalities
Now it is time for the hands grasping the rifle
to harden, & death is at the ready,
even tho’ you have lived only a third of your time
Vsevolod Loboda
A telegram left the lap of London,
Bound for a distant British embassy,
Whose ambassador, thou suave Henderson,
Delivers to the Reich-chancellery;
At daggers drawn
With sly Von Ribbentrop,
Voice rugged as the stone found on the Spion Kop,
“I have the honour to relate
A note from his Majesty’s
Court… if Germany acts too late
In giving assurances
To withdraw from Poland, War’s state
Exists twixt our contrees…
You have until eleven to decide!”
Von Ribbentrop slithers to Hitler’s side,
There transfers the ultimatum
(His hands had dug the hole),
Hitler struck dumb, “Then war hast come,
England has serv’d the ball!”
Goering whispers, “If we lose this War, Lord God help us all!”
Berlin
September 3rd
1939
England Expects
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face
Edwin Markham
As Chamberlain gulp’d down a nervous wine
Around his rosy garden footsteps pace,
Passing leaden seconds to the deadline,
When silence from Berlin settles the case;
With patience spent,
His politics outclass’d,
Dripping disappointment he starts his heart’s broadcast,
“I am this land’s Prime Minister,
We are, already, at war,”
Stern words whipping from his chamber
To the trannies on the shore,
“Let us once more stand together,
Yes, let our Lion roar!”
Winston Churchill stood lonely & aloof
Above the city on his little roof,
Watching those silver elephants
Arise amidst the spires,
This day presents benevolence
Inspires his warring fires,
Burning for Britain’s glory & the fates of old empires.
London
September 3rd
1939
A New War
I have seen much to hate here – much to forgive,
But in a world where England is finished & dead,
I do not whish to live
Alice Duer Miller
The Sumner clan gathers round a wireless,
Rose fiddles nervous with ‘er wedding ring,
“Kids shhhhh!” sez Charlie, “This is serious!”
The crackling voice of their stammering king
Grave parley spoke,
An old sensation grew,
The bane of common folk, their worst fears turning true.
Freda strokes Gem, her jet black cat,
Gazed up at Hargher Chimney,
Saw ‘er grandson in an ‘ard hat
Motoring across the sea,
“Y’know ah Pat’ll be in that…”
“Don’t bi daft!” sez Charlie,
“It’ll all bi over bi Christmas grub!”
He took ‘is eldest down ter Rosegrove Club;
As cue-ball crack sank winning black,
“Well son, what will it be?”
“I think…” voice slack, “Speak up our Jack.”
“…Mebbe Merchant Navy.”
“Good choice lad, nah sup up, gotta get gas mask
fer baby.”
Burnley
September 3rd
1939
Beyond the Brink
Hear, you midnight phantoms, hear,
You who pale & wan appear,
And fill the wretch, who wakes, with fear
Nicholas Rowe
No singing crowds cheer’d on his cavalcade,
‘Quite unlike Nineteen Hundred & Fourteen,’
Thinks Hitler, lying in the bed he made,
Quite downcast in his classic limosine;
His gamble fails,
Finding himself at war,
For those who play the scales oft tip the weight too far.
Upon his train ‘Amerika,’
Disgrace replac’d elation,
‘My treaty with Stalin’s Russia
Seems gross miscalculation,
War’s darkling wastes we all enter –
England! What a nation!
Why does she fight? Naught has she here to gain?’
Swirl’d round his thoughts as eastwards plough’d the train.
A little message made him freeze,
Morell prescribes a pill,
In icy seas by Hebrides
A U-Boat claims a kill,
This war turns real, a taste of highest fruits of human thrill.
Germany
September 4th
1939
The Agony of Poland
Do not tell her about my suffering,
Let her ignore the bite of pain,
that is tearing up my being
Georges Andriamanantena
As febricant, mechaniz’d juggernaut
Pours in an endless torrent from the West,
Seizing maladroit forces by the throat –
The Blitzkrieg theorum passes first test;
All Warsaw prays,
Surrounded by the foe,
Still proud her anthem plays on ev’ry radio.
Hitler steers his half-track rumble
Thro’ the war-torn countryside,
Brandishing a single pistol,
& whip of harden’d oxhide,
His finest aide-de-camp, Rommel,
Makes studies by his side –
But coming on that first hospital train,
Refused to see his soldiers suff’ring pain.
They drove on thro’ the ghostly fog
Raking that rathole town,
A pining dog, a synagogue
Charr’d black from burning down,
Where perch’d a crow, it’s beady, yellow eyes now fleck’d with brown.
Sosnowiec
September 8th
1939
Evacuees
Come away, away children:
Come children, come down!
The hoarse wind blows coldly
Matthew Arnold
Sue caught the child-pack’d coach out of Poplar,
Such sadnesses sends tear-tracts swelling up,
Now the high-pitch’ d crowds at Victoria
Heaving like when the Arsenal won the cup;
She joined the rest,
Sobbing sweet maternals,
Prised from the suckling breast, both her little angels.
Onto a squealing train they hop,
Press noses to the windows,
Bursting young lungs at every stop,
Giggles as the whistle blows,
Down gulping sandwiches & pop,
Come Buxton’s fun repose
They saw a fresian real the first fun time,
“Moo-moo?” Mavis cuts short her nurs’ry rhyme.
As tall tower lights up faces,
As sea-gulls squawk thro’ air,
Wee suitcases claimed by strangers,
“We’ll take the young lass there,”
Yelps Kenny; “No, mi mummy meant us two come as a pair!”
Blackpool
September 5th
1939
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