Unspeakable Night

There is a night
of which the body fears;
its mouthless shadows
without gravity or fire.

Like a child who dreams
he is a small bird captured
by a lion or a migrating fish
eaten by bears. Everyone wants

to be immortal; this in itself,
could be a curse. With such thick
scars, weakened by a hundred years
of wounds, a limitless number

of sorrowful days, perhaps,
it is a gift, afterall
that night of which
the body fears.