What The Night Knows Poem by DUW Robinson

Nine...precisely...nine times,
Nine inch nails sharpened by nine files,
Nine deaths caused by nine mines,
Blue hands and cracked eggs in mind's eyes.
Know nothing of death but everything of eternity,
Of broken reed, of scattered flax, what sanctity!
Talons, paws, jaws, claws: screams,
Tell the wind to release her captives.
Captured in the hanging hammer above,
Betrayal of hope and deflated love,
Sprayed humanicide on blinking humanoid eyes,
Ospreys and falcons and vultures, torn gullets, and flies.
What the night knows,
When all man sleep,
When friends fail and unite as foes,
I see the night at work in my dream.