The Assault

The beating of the guns grows louder."Not long, boys, now."My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder;

Hurricanes

As guns redouble their fire.

Through the shaken periscope peepingI glimpse their wire:

Black earth, fountains of earth rise, leaping,

Spouting like shocks of meeting waves.

Death's fountains are playing,

Shells like shrieking birds rush over;

Crash and din rises higher.

A stream of lead

Over us from the left… (we safe under cover!)Crash.  Reverberation.  Crash!

Acrid smoke billowing.  Flash upon flash.

Black smoke drifting.  The German

Vanishes in confusion, smoke.  Cries, and

Of our men, "Gah!  yer swime,

You're for it,"

In a hurricane of shell….

One cry;"We're comin' soon!  look out!"There is opened

Over there.  Fragments fly,

Rifles and bits of men whirled at the sky:

Dust, smoke, thunder.  A sudden

Of machine-guns chattering….

And redoubled

As if in fury at their daring….

No good staring.

Time soon now… home… house on a sunlit hill….

Gone like a flickered page.

Time soon now… zero… will engage…A sudden thrill."Fix bayonets."Gods!  we have our

Of fear, hysteria, exultation, rage -Rage to kill….

My heart burns hot, whiter and whiter,

Contracts tighter and tighter,

Until I stifle with the

Long forged, now used -(Though utterly strained)O pounding heart,

Baffled, confused,

Heart panged, head singing dizzily pained -To do my part.

Blindness a moment.  Sick.

There the men are.

Bayonets ready: click!

Time goes quick;

A stumbled prayer… somehow a blazing

In a blue night… where?

Again prayer.

The tongue trips.  Start:

How's time?  Soon now.  Two minutes or less.

The guns' fury mounting higher.

Their utmost.  I lift a silent hand.  Unseen I

Those hearts will follow me.

And

Now beautifully my will grips.

Soul calm and round and filmed and white!

A shout!  "Men, no such order as retire!"I nod.

The whistle's twixt my lips….

I catchA wan, worn smile at me.

Dear men!

The pale wrist-watch….

The quiet hand ticks on amid the din.

The guns

Rise to a last fury, to a rage, a lust:

Kill!  Pound!  Kill!  Pound!  Pound!

Now comes the thrust,

My part… dizziness… will… but

These men.  The great guns rise.

Their fury seems to burst the earth and skies!

They - lift!

Gather, heart, all thoughts that drift;

Be steel, soul.

Compress

Into a round, bright whole.

I cannot speak.

Time!  Time!

I hear my whistle

Between teeth set,

I fling an arm up,

Scramble up the

Over the parapet!

I'm up.  Go on.

Something meets us.

Head down into the storm that greets us.

A wail!

Lights.  Blurr.

Gone.

On, on.  Lead.  Lead.  Hail.

Spatter.  Whirr.  Whirr."Toward that patch of brown,

Direction left."  Bullets: a stream.

Devouring thought crying in a dream;

Men, crumpled, going down….

Go on.  Go.

Deafness,

Numbness.  The loudening tornado.

Bullets.  Mud.  Stumbling and skating.

My voice's strangled shout:-"Steady pace, boys!"The still light: gladness."Look, sir, look out!-"Ha!  Ha!  Bunched figures waiting.

Revolver levelled: quick!

Flick!  Flick!

Red as blood.

Germans.  Germans.

Good!  Oh, good!

Cool madness.