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. The First Chantey
2. The Last of the Light Brigade
3. London Stone
4. Lady Geraldine's Hardship
5. «Limits and Renewals». 1932. 19. Azrael's Count

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