Rudyard Kipling


«Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 30. Salonikan Grave


I have watched a thousand days
Push out and crawl into night
Slowly as tortoises.
Now I, too, follow these.
It is fever, and not the fight—
Time, not battle—that slays.






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