Religion

Primitive

by Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936

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!

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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