Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering <br />Flames of futility swirling below; <br />Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering, <br />Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. <br /> <br />Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, <br />Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun; <br />Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers <br />Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun. <br /> <br />Colour and splendour, disease and decaying, <br />Shrieking and ringing and crawling insane, <br />Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying, <br />Jumbles of odour that stifle the brain. <br /> <br />Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal. <br />Howling and lean in the glare of the moon, <br />Screaming the future with mouthings infernal, <br />Yelling the Garden of Pluto's red rune. <br /> <br />Tall towers and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling, <br />Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber'd streets; <br />Bleak Arkham bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling <br />Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats. <br /> <br />Belfries that buckle against the moon totter, <br />Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac'd, <br />And living to answer the wind and the water, <br />Only the lean cats that howl in the wastes.<br /><br />Howard Phillips Lovecraft<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cats/
