BAN Books
Poetry
Carl Sandburg
Grass
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and WaterlooAnd 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.
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