'Tin Fish' Poem by Rudyard Kipling

'Tin Fish'

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(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.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fish
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