Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
The Hyænas
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And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyænas come out at eve
To take account of our dead.
Troubles them not a whit.
They snout the bushes and stones aside
And dig till they come to it.
That they and their mates may thrive,
And they know that the dead are safer meat
Than the weakest thing alive.
And a child will sometimes stand;
But a poor dead soldier of the King
Can never lift a hand.)
Until their tushes white
Take good hold in the army shirt,
And tug the corpse to light,
For an instant ere they close;
But it is not discovered to living men—
Only to God and to those
Whatever meat they may find.
Nor do they defile the dead man’s name—
That is reserved for his kind.