It came out of the night
that the night time had,
and knocked on the
door that the black house had.
And the sound of the knock
echoed through the space
that the black house held;
all in the silence that the
silent night had.
The dust settled,
and the sound ceased,
as if creased by time.
The the fist that came
at the door withdrew,
and that sound of the knock
that the black house knew-
fell away;
in the silence of the silent night.
