The music has ended
but the drunken fool
continues to sing,
lurching violently through the night
under a crazy moon.
He is out of tune
and his words are slurred;
he breathes heavily,
his breath stinking in the night air.
His voice penetrates the darkness
under a sky studded with stars
until at last the canopy of night falls over him
and crushes out his life.
Rory Hudson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-in-the-night/
