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Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936).  Verse: 1885–1918.  1922.
 
Bridge-Guard in the Karroo
 
1901

   “… and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge.”
District Orders—Lines of Communication. South African War.    

SUDDEN the desert changes,
  The raw glare softens and clings,
Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges
  Stand up like the thrones of Kings—
 
Ramparts of slaughter and peril—        5
  Blazing, amazing, aglow—
’Twixt the sky-line’s belting beryl
  And the wine-dark flats below.
 
Royal the pageant closes,
  Lit by the last of the sun—        10
Opal and ash-of-roses,
  Cinnamon, umber, and dun.
 
The twilight swallows the thicket,
  The starlight reveals the ridge.
The whistle shrills to the picket—        15
  We are changing guard on the bridge.
 
(Few, forgotten and lonely,
  Where the empty metals shine—
No, not combatants—only
  Details guarding the line.)        20
 
We slip through the broken panel
  Of fence by the ganger’s shed;
We drop to the waterless channel
  And the lean track overhead;
 
We stumble on refuse of rations,        25
  The beef and the biscuit-tins;
We take our appointed stations,
  And the endless night begins.
 
We hear the Hottentot herders
  As the sheep click past to the fold—        30
And the click of the restless girders
  As the steel contracts in the cold—
 
Voices of jackals calling
  And, loud in the hush between,
A morsel of dry earth falling        35
  From the flanks of the scarred ravine.
 
And the solemn firmament marches,
  And the hosts of heaven rise
Framed through the iron arches—
  Banded and barred by the ties,        40
 
Till we feel the far track humming,
  And we see her headlight plain,
And we gather and wait her coming—
  The wonderful north-bound train.
 
(Few, forgotten and lonely,        45
  Where the white car-windows shine—
No, not combatants—only
  Details guarding the line.)
 
Quick, ere the gift escape us!
  Out of the darkness we reach        50
For a handful of week-old papers
  And a mouthful of human speech.
 
And the monstrous heaven rejoices,
  And the earth allows again,
Meetings, greetings, and voices        55
  Of women talking with men.
 
So we return to our places,
  As out on the bridge she rolls;
And the darkness covers our faces,
  And the darkness re-enters our souls.        60
 
More than a little lonely
  Where the lessening tail-lights shine.
No—not combatants—only—
  Details guarding the line!
 
 
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