Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All Comments

This is an ode to the many young men lost in the Civil War, mourning their early deaths. Walt Whitman mourns these soldiers, who would have been the future of the country, so many millions killed in years of battles, devastating families and covering so much of the countryside. Such a loss of an entire generation: may they be remembered forever. (Let this be a message for us all: as we walk on a battlefield, honor the men who fought and died there. The spot where each died is indeed a holy place.)