on little cat feet.
It sits looking
Hog Butcher for the World,
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders...
Pile the bodies high...
Shovel them under and let me work--
I am the grass; I cover all...
If I should pass the tomb of Jonah
I would stop there and sit for awhile;
Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark
And came out alive after all.