by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
POEMS BY CARL SANDBURG
- ILE the bodies high at Austerlitz
- 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.