The cats of the River Darro see
From ancient banks that lie
The passing of humanity
Alhambra’s glassy eye
Politicos in corrupted deals
Above that meal of bones
The English teacher dares that she’ll
Upon those cobblestones
And starry lovers are so surest
Down where this water laps
Near shopkeepers who rip off tourists
With their books of maps
The artist who paints despair
Sets up amongst the weeds
While in the Moor’s labyrinthine lair
Hang Catholic strings of beads