Secret lives Belong to the inhuman Restless beds under sleepless rains Deeds that they unveil and devour Whilst they order the others to rest In peace As the shadows lurk amongst the deadened tombs A midnight flutter of cloth The confluence of the unearthly Yet, as they circle and shun (with hooded eyes) The luminescence of a perfect circle A desperate boy nurses himself And beckons Only to find that he is the devil who dwells In the white grave