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.
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I can feel all the weight of the concepts he is imparting to the reader here. Memorial Day has different meanings to each of us, but the older I get, the more firmly I believe in keeping history fresh in our minds & teaching it to our children.
Human nature doesn't really evolve over time. The same twin lusts for power & control that have been the genesis for major events throughout history must be discerned, identified, & rooted out by each successive generation in order for civilization to move forward.
Thank you to all who have served and are serving in the armed forces of the greatest country on earth. Thank you to the families of those servicemen & servicewomen, for the burdens you've carried.
