The Monday Poem: The Cats

1898-AThe Cats
By H. P. Lovecraft

Babels of blocks to the high heavens tow’ring,
     Flames of futility swirling below;
Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flow’ring,
     Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow.

Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers,
     Cobwebs of cable by nameless things spun;
Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers
     Streams of live foetor, that rots in the sun.

Colour and splendour, disease and decaying,
     Shrieking and ringing and scrambling insane,
Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying,
     Jumbles of odour that stifle the brain.

Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal,
     Howling and lean in the glare of the moon,
Screaming the future with mouthings infernal,
     Yelling the burden of Pluto’s red rune.

Tall tow’rs and pyramids ivy’d and crumbling,
     Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber’d streets;
Bleak broken bridges o’er rivers whose rumbling
     Joins with no voice as the thick tide retreats.

Belfries that blackly against the moon totter,
     Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac’d,
And living to answer the wind and the water,
     Only the lean cats that howl in the waste!

 

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