Clark Ashton Smith


Field Behind The Abatoir - Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

Where the mantled bones lie low,
Monstrous weeds and grasses lush
Thicklier grow.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014


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