Religion
Primitive
From The Years Between
Religion
I ate my fill of a whale that died,
And stranded after a month at sea....
There is a pain in my inside.
Why have the Gods afflicted me?
Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!
Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!
What is the sense of Religion and Faith?
Look how the Gods have afflicted me!
Cite this poem
MLA
Kipling, Rudyard. “Primitive.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kipling/121/.
Chicago
Kipling, Rudyard. “Primitive.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kipling/121/.
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