The theme of this poem can best be described as : Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.

Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg

And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.

Shovel them under and let me work.

Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
​​​​​​​ Let me work.

Your

There is a pointlessness of war

grass can grow where ever

people don’t appreciate grass the way they should