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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 7. ...to Bobby...

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“The Everlasting Terror”

To Bobby [Soames]

 

For fourteen years, since I began,
I learnt to be a gentleman,
I learnt that two and two made four
And all the other college lore,
That all that’s good and right and fit
Was copied in the Holy Writ,
That rape was wrong and murder worse
Than stealing money from a purse,
That if your neighbour caused you pain
You turned the other cheek again,
And vaguely did I learn the rhyme
“Oh, give us peace, Lord, in our time,
And grant us Peace in Heaven as well.
And save our souls from fire in Hell”;
So since the day that I began,
I learnt to be a gentleman.

 

But when I’d turned nineteen and more
I took my righteousness to War.
The one thing that I can’t recall
Is why I went to war at all;
I wasn’t brave, nor coward quite,
But still I went, and I was right.

 

But now I’m nearly twenty-two
And hale as any one of you;
I’ve killed more men than I can tell
And been through many forms of Hell,
And now I come to think of it
They tell you in the Holy Writ
That Hell’s a place of misery
Where Laughter stands in pillory
And Vice and Hunger walk abroad
And breed contagion ‘gainst the Lord.
Well, p’r’aps it is, but all the same,
It heals the halt, the blind, the lame,
It takes and tramples down your pride
And sin and vainness fall beside,
It turns you out a better fool
Than you were taught to be at school,
And, what the Bible does not tell.
It gives you gentleness as well.

 

Oh, God! I’ve heard the screams of men
In suffering beyond our ken.
And shuddered at the thought that I
Might scream as well if I should die.
I’ve seen them crushed or torn to bits –
Oh, iron tears you where it hits!
And when the flag of Dawn unfurls
They cry – not God’s name, but their girls’.
Whose shades, perhaps, like Night’s cool breath,
Are present on that field of death.
And sit and weep and tend them there,
God’s halo blazing round their hair.
“Thou shalt not kill.” But in the grime
Of smoke and blood and smell of lime
Which creeping men have scattered round
A blood-disfigured piece of ground.
When Time weighs on you like a ton,
And Terror makes your water run,
And earth and sky are red with flame,
And Death is standing there to claim
His toll among you, when the hour
Arrives when you must show your power
And take your little fighting chance.
Get up and out and so advance,
When crimson swims before your eyes
And in your mouth strange oaths arise,
Then something in you seems to break
And thoughts you never dreamt of wake
Upon your brain and drive you on.
So that you stab till life is gone,
So that you throttle, shoot or stick,
A shrinking man and don’t feel sick
Nor feel one little jot of shame;
My God, but it’s a bloody game!

 

Oh, yes, I’ve seen it all and more.
And felt the knocker on Death’s door;
I’ve been wherever Satan takes you,
And Hell is good, because it makes you.
As long as you’re a man, I say,
The “gentle” part will find its way
And catch you up like all the rest –

 

For love I give the Tommy best!
No need to learn of Christ’s Temptation
There’s gentleness in all creation.
It’s born in you like seeds in pears.
It ups and takes you unawares.
It’s Christ again, the real Lover
And not the corpse we languish over.
It makes us see, our vision clearer;
When Christ is in us He is dearer,
We love Him when we understand
That each of us may hold His hand.
May walk with Him by day or night
In meditation towards the light;
It’s better far than paying shillings
For paper books with rusty fillings
Which say eternal punishment
Is due to those poor men who’ve spent
Their lives in gambling, drinking, whoring,
As though there were some angel scoring
Black marks against you for your sins
And he who gets the least marks wins.
This was a word Christ never sent,
This talk of awful punishment;
You’re born into a world of sin
Which Jesus’ touch will guide you in,
And when you die your soul returns
To Christ again, with all its burns,
In all its little nakedness,
In tears, in sorrow, to confess
That it has failed as those before
To walk quite straight from door to door:
And Christ will sigh instead of kiss,
And Hell and punishment are this.

 

And so through all my life and days,
In all my walks, through all my ways.
The lasting terror of the war
Will live with me for evermore.
Of all the pals whom I have missed
There’s one, I know, whom Christ has kissed,
And in his memory I’ll find
The sweetness of the bitter rind –
Of lonely life in front of me
And terror’s sleepless memory.

—J. R. Ackerley,[i]

1916

 

 

 

 


[i] “The Everlasting Terror” J. R. Ackerley The English Review, November issue (London 1916), ps. 388-391. The poem was written on July 30th, 1916 for Bobby Soames who was killed in the opening volley of the Battle of Somme, in which Ackerley himself was wounded. The title is a biting parody on John Masefield’s 1911 poem The Everlasting Mercy.

https://www.proquest.com/openview/b1a54094042a56da/1?pq-origsite=gscholar&cbl=581

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Everlasting_Mercy

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As time continues to widen the span between our days and when this was written, the urge to weep for the utter useless horror of that war rises unaltered and unabated. What a waste of all those kissed lives there was, and how many more lives were shattered as a consequence? I read these lines and knew again this tragedy even at a century’s remove. 

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On 9/4/2021 at 11:09 AM, Parker Owens said:

As time continues to widen the span between our days and when this was written, the urge to weep for the utter useless horror of that war rises unaltered and unabated. What a waste of all those kissed lives there was, and how many more lives were shattered as a consequence? I read these lines and knew again this tragedy even at a century’s remove. 

@Parker Owens I think Ackerley sums up a lot of the survivor's guilt soldiers from all eras feel. This pain is often best described when the soldier-poet tries to deal with the loss of a beloved comrade in arms -- and after all, that's what Homer was doing with his Iliad. Thanks again for reading and offering support for this project :)  

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