Grass

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
Shovel them under and let me work
I am the grass; I cover all

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass
Let me work.


(CARL SANDBURG)