He stalks the night, especially towards dawn;
extinguishes and collects light.
Sometimes when there has been a car accident or
a bomb has exploded,
you can see his shadow on a hilltop looking down.
He has a sack slung on his back just like Santa
ready to collect smothered light.
Perhaps he’s a shaman who knows how to
relit the light?
He lives in a place that is never dark, ‘cause there are
always places where the sun shines while we sleep.
He knows this and is therefore busy towards
dawn, wherever it begins.
The collector of light has many names but no one
has seen his face, except the mad and they are best locked up,
they must not be allowed to tell us god is also the killer of man.
