The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to. - Carl Sandburg

God, let me remember all good losers.

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 the passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass.
Let me work.

The name of an iron man goes round the world. It takes a long time to forget an iron man.