Night Rock Poem by Felix Bongjoh

No sun, no shadow.
Night bower shines with cold coals,
Hearth's deep pit.

Neither moon nor star
No sprinkled gold window beams
Behind bed's altar.

Night's hollow black bowl,
Woody bodies freeze, rumbling,
As stones of dreams walk.

No splash of winged light:
Blanket's black bird flies to death,
A gorge beneath sheets.

Fallen ceiling melts,
River sweeping beam and pulse,
Frozen engine rock.

A deep chasm spins
Armadillo's stumps and brush,
Ground the broken bed.

Black sheathe, black teeth
Biting blackboards, chalk the firefly
Writing script on bed slab.

Black mountain, tumble
On dawn's path devouring flames,
Sun feathers beaming

With daylight's wrecked ship.
Sky grows silver chains, boulder bump
Floated into dawn.