 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
FAMINE IN PROSPERITY
Two monks upon a field of battleObserved some lean and hungry cattle.
Said one: “But little feed is growing
Where Death so lately has been mowing.”
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The piles of dead about them lying:
“All flesh is grass—I'm quite confounded
That cows should starve by hay surrounded.”
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |