Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Tin Fish

           1914-18

         Sea Warfare

The ships destroy us above
  And ensnare us beneath.
We arise, we lie down, and we
  In the belly of Death.

The ships have a thousand eyes
  To mark where we come...
But the mirth of a seaport dies
  When our blow gets home.

1. In the Case of Rukhmibhaio
2. Quantities of ’em
3. Quaeritur
4. Index Malorum
5. Reading the Will

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