The grass covers all





GRASS

by Carl Sandburg, 1918






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.







HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND AND NEVER FORGET WHAT WE COMMEMORATE WITH THIS HOLIDAY. DON'T LET THE GRASS COVER OUR MEMORIES.

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