Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

'Tin Fish' - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

(Sea Warfare)


The ships destroy us above
And ensnare us beneath.
We arise, we lie down, and we move
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.

Topic(s) of this poem: fish


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015



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