“That flesh is grass is now as clear as day, <br />To any but the merest purblind pup, <br />Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay, <br />My Lady B-- comes and rakes it up.”<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-flesh-is-grass-is-now-as-clear-as-day/
