Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Always The Mob - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Jesus emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dropped off and down into the sea: a mob.
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Comments about Always The Mob by Carl Sandburg

  • Gold Star - 23,446 Points * Sunprincess * (1/30/2014 11:48:00 PM)

    .......so dramatic...and yet it shows the capabilities of men....

    ~I cross the sheets of fire in No Man’s land for you, my brother—I slip a steel tooth into your throat, you my brother—I die for you and I kill you—It is a twisted and gnarled thing, a crimson wool:
    One more arch of stars,
    In the night of our mist,
    In the night of our tears~ (Report) Reply

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