The Night’s Tragedy
By: Marc Eddington

The night eavesdropped onto the city below:The lights, authors of insomnia, breathed for a moment
but returned to the bustle.
 
The skyscrapers, stretching underneath the silver, slept –
although their sleepless belly removed them
from dreams.
 
The automobiles coughed and sputtered
but never slept.
 
The roads have been asleep for eons, a by-product of ourselves.
The streets have always been slick with exhaust,
but we seek to silence it.
 
The children dream, but they do not rest.
One day they will rest, but never dream.
 
And the birds –
we have lost them. Why have they flown away
without us?
 
The night, flushed, bit its lip
and rushed the morning star.