Treasure Island

Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

To Motorists


Since ye distemper and defile
Sweet Here by the measured mile,
Nor aught on jocund highways heed
Except the evidence of speed;
And bear about your dreadful task
Faces beshrouded 'neath a mask;
Great goblin eyes and glue hands
And souls enslaved to gears and bands;
Here shall no graver curse be said
Than, though y'are quick, that ye are dead!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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