This Night Will Come As Other Nights. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

This slice of the city at night does not dramatize anything. It shows how the repetition of things goes on and on creating a kind of endless present tense. Everynight the same activity of beetle, bat, the same silence everywhere, the same sleeping humanity, I notice there is nothing modern in your evocation of the city at night - no cars, airplanes overhead, no industrial racket. You have only cited things which have been around for centuries, Sometimes the stillness in a poem's description of place portends something about to happen. Not here. The stillness will persist, undisturbed.