The Deep Sea Cables

by Rudyard Kipling


The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar -
Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are.
There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep,
Or the grey level plains of ooze where the shell-burred cables creep.

Here in the womb of the world - here on the tie-ribs of earth
     Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat -
Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth -
     For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet.

They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their father Time;
     Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun.
Hush!  Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime,
     And a new Word runs between:  whispering, "Let us be one!"

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