A fan is running
in the room full of toys
on the floor and on the bed

in which he doesn't want to go to sleep
the rebellious child jumps
screaming with cymbals beating

His little brother threatens
daddy the policeman
with a drumstick

Men with arm thick branches
are droning through the streets
through light and through dark

Full is the beat
of their heavy shoes
The rhythm of the masters

is clouding the town
where the doors close
the pubs extinguish

and the mail is left
until after the misunderstood
obscuration