In The Cemetery

there is a liquid city but only at night lights up at night lights up by dark just dark for the residents need not light no, nor the night stars nor the wild neighing of the winds nor the dark blizzards of the rains no, nor any thunder nor any storms and tempests seasons be indifferent: the residents pass by each other speak and communicate yet not a word passes [sometimes whispers only] but these hiss over the ground and are lost in the dark above the ground and in the face of the sprightly night-stars and in the light of the sprightly night-stars for in the cemetery there is a liquid city but only at night lights up at night lights up by dark just dark that