Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day 2008: What is the grass?
Properly a day for remembering, and for poetry: two conditions that often appear alike. Poetry first:
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.
Posted by Rmj at 1:00 AM