For All Of Night To Fall Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Another daylight for you
To believe in for an infinitude—
Whilst the blue ants burrow, whistling
Underneath of the bicycles—
And if you had studied more—there would
Be no reason for these
Rain clouds—
But the cities shape themselves like
Diamonds
Out in the rectitude—and then it is finally time
For all of night to fall—
And fall it does,
Across the cities and their halls—
And the words that you could never memorize finally
Become dimmed,
And the beautiful ships sink—
And the demons enter in:
But they are beautiful, crawling around
Over the graveyards of you eyes and your skin.