Why did he write to her, “I can’t live without you?” And why did she write to him “I can’t live without you?” For he went west and she went east and … - Carl Sandburg

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.

If she forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

Someday they'll give a war and nobody will come.