After Armageddon

By Clark Ashton Smith

God walks lightly in the gardens of a cold, dark star,
Knowing not the dust that gathers in His garments’ fold;
God signs Him with the clay, marks Him with the mould,
Walking in the fields unsunned of a sad, lost war,

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