In The Cemetery Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

there is a liquid city
but only at night
lights up at night
lights up by dark
just dark
for the residents need not light
no, nor the night stars
nor the wild neighing of the winds
nor the dark blizzards of the rains
no, nor any thunder nor
any storms and tempests
seasons be indifferent:
the residents pass by each other
speak and communicate
yet not a word passes
[sometimes whispers only]
but these hiss over the ground
and are lost in the dark above the ground
and in the face of the sprightly night-stars
and in the light of the sprightly night-stars
for
in the cemetery
there is a liquid city
but only at night
lights up at night
lights up by dark
just dark
that