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. A Nativity
2. The First Chantey
3. The Wishing Caps
4. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 1. The Changelings
5. The Declaration of London

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