In the poem "Grass," by Carl Sandburg, the author references, expounds upon, and attempts to bring about emotional feelings in the reader in relation to, in his opinion, the cold and continuous cycle of insurmountable deaths instigated by the atrocity of wars fought, won, and lost, for a cause and sake that is so quickly forgotten and held as common, and the subsequent ideal: regardless of the life sacrificed, the cause fought for, the previous attention garnered, and the current forgetfulness, life goes on relatively as usual. This poem fascinates me in that I perceive the same vanity in the numerous wars mankind has saw fit to involve itself with, and recognize the same succession that is revealed in the poem.
             The following is my paraphrase of "Grass:"
             There are numerous people dead as a result of battles such as those that occurred in Austerlitz and Waterloo.
             Bury those who have died in these battles, in order that time and human forgetfulness may do as they please.
             I am mere grass. In my simplicity and commonality, though these lost in war may be worthy of a shrine and honor, I alone am what covers these sacrificed human lives.
             The places wherein battles have been fought and lives have been lost, are not restricted to the couple mentioned earlier, no, there are many, many more, to name a few: Gettysburg, Ypres, and Verdun.
             Bury those who have died in these battles as well, in order that time and human forgetfulness may do as they please.
             Time passes by, and those who visit these places of bloodshed know not of their history, the causes fought for, or the loss of life that has occurred on their simplistic fields.
             I am mere grass. In my simplicity and commonality, I alone cover the bodies of these poor forgotten souls.
             Sandburg uses a variety of special features, such as repetition ("pile them high;" "I am the grass;" "let me work;"), and magnifice
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