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. Quaeritur
2. The Excursion
3. A Ripple Song
4. The Song of Seven Cities
5. Index Malorum

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