The Expert

by Rudyard Kipling

　　

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Youth that trafficked long with Death, And to second life returns, Squanders little time or breath On his fellow man's concerns. Earned peace is all he asks To fulfill his broken tasks. Yet, if he find war at home (Waspish and importunate), He hath means to overcome Any warrior at his gate; For the past he buried brings Back unburiable things. Nights that he lay out to spy, Whence and when the raid might start; Or prepared in secrecy Sudden blows to break its heart, All the lore of No-Man's Land Steels his soul and arms his hand. So, if conflict vex his life Where he thought all conflict done, He, resuming ancient strife, Springs his mine or trains his gun; And, in mirth more dread than wrath, Wipes the nuisance from his path!

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