Cool Tombs by Carl Sandburg
WHEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin â€¦ in the dust, in the cool tombs.
And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street, cash and collateral turned ashes â€¦ in the dust, in the cool tombs.
Pocahontasâ€™ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember? â€¦ 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 â€¦ tell me if the lovers are losers â€¦ tell me if any get more than the lovers â€¦ in the dust â€¦ in the cool tombs.