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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Under

                               I

I AM the undertow
Washing tides of power
Battering the pillars
Under your things of high law.
 

                              II

I am a sleepless
Slowfaring eater,
Maker of rust and rot
In your bastioned fastenings,
Caissons deep.
 

                              III

I am the Law
Older than you
And your builders proud.
 
I am deaf
In all days
Whether you
Say “Yes” or “No”.
 
I am the crumbler:
    To-morrow.

#Americans #PulitzerPrice #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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