Poem by Carl Sandburg

A Coin

Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
              Partners in the mist.

              Lunging buffalo shoulder,
              Lean Indian face,
We who come after where you are gone
Salute your forms on the new nickel.

              You are
              To us:
              The past.

              Runners
              On the prairie:
              Good-by.

1. Baby Vamps
2. Sea Slant
3. Theme in Yellow
4. I Am the People, the Mob
5. They Will Say

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