The Towers Bulging Out

The towers bulging out Ah! they did so At night When spirits and demons Let loose from graves Roamed around and around and There They made their wild Laments Processions with Flambeaux And bones that walked And marched In skeletons. Around the towers Mud Green and murky Turned And In that mud Millions of hostile Germs Hostile above all And Most to humanity And Stinking Stinking In that vapory dream Of mists and twisted Thoughts: And The deep heat of The ghost night Albeit around the cemetery Corners Lurked and turned The chill of winds. And Hidden in night darkening Mantle Unseen The curious Dawn watched all.