In this town
People die around 10 o’clock.
The sky is vast
With a swelling nothing
Between earth and heaven,
A gravedigger wanders
For voices,
Inside tombs
Ghosts recollect life
In whispers.
II
I penetrate this night
Into unending streets
Lit by lamps lighting
Shadow; a throbbing orb
Entrapping me
From another;
Widening shadows in between,
There,
In night’s deepest slumber
A star flickered.
