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

Let only the young come,
Says the sea.

Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.

To know silence perfectly is to know music.