The Gods

LIGHTNING zigzags and again Comets reel like tipsy girls, Bulbous clouds let down the rain, Little silver chains of pearls. Through the frenzied city beats A bourdon-drumming, heavy, low. In long and apoplectic streets The gods are passing to and fro. I watch them walk among the crowds, Their beards a-glittering with stars, Until they merge into the clouds Among the chimney’s fat cigars. While lovers in their foolishness Lisp out the night with hopes and fears, Whilst into void and emptiness Time clatters off and disappears.