Field Behind The Abatoir Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

Clark Ashton Smith

Clark Ashton Smith

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Field Behind The Abatoir



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

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