WHEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin … in the dust, in the cool tombs.

And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street, cash and collateral turned ashes … in the dust, in the cool tombs.

Pocahontas’ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember? … in the dust, in the cool tombs?

Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries, cheering a hero or throwing confetti and blowing tin horns … tell me if the lovers are losers … tell me if any get more than the lovers … in the dust … in the cool tombs.

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3 Comments

  1. Jordan says:

    Can people post more about the poem instead of posting Thanks for the blog. There are only 3 real posts about this Poem…

  2. Dave says:

    This is really a great poem. It deals with death and life in a completely different way.

  3. Leah says:

    this poem i think is about a tomb that Carl Sandburg really likes.

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