Into the night

Into the night

The dark moonless night

It swings, this life,

And cannot be known.

A shameful breeze or a

Lusty wheeze, it lingers.

It wavers uncertain

But

Strident nonetheless.

In exclamation before

The sullen masses swinging,

Chanting rising out to fill

The air with resonance and

Doubt and unfulfil.

This the wander

Into the night

The depths deep

The shades dark

And the wonder long.

Who knows what

Wreckage the morning

Sweeps before it.