Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The King's Ankus - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

These are the Four that are never content, that have never be
filled since the Dews began--
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the
Ape, and the Eyes of Man.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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