Rudyard Kipling

«Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 25. A Drifter off Tarentum

He from the wind-bitten North with ship and companions descended, 
    Searching for eggs of death spawned by invisible hulls. 
Many he found and drew forth.    Of a sudden the fishery ended 
    In flame and a clamours breath known to the eye-pecking gulls.