You leave the dive, the din behind the doors <br />forever shut. You stagger in the light <br />and watch rats bear the moon and stars away <br />into an afterlife of steaming sewers. <br />Face baptized by the quiet, hell to pay: <br />there’s only you now, the familiar night.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-familiar-night/
