Come Sundown

The earlier shine has gone. The sun becomes

buried in the earth’s floor and I crash on the ground

of our front porch. The descent runs parallel with my spine

keeling downwards, my eyes forced shut as if I fell into water.

The moon’s shadow creeps along the cracks, pulling on my shoulders,

possessing me to surrender upon it �" a mouth sharp-set to take my breath,

exhaust my lungs, leave me spent. All sensibility deserts me as brightness is

taken from the street. Consummate now to this demon, the hint of shine coming

from its teeth, greedy for my being. Nothing but blindness, the roads begin to creak, 

exhuming a tremor in my bones. Possessed by the overwhelming scarcity of luminescence, 

I join those who have been defeated, revering the absence on knees buckled to the dirt. Gasping, 

a star losing its glow, becoming enclosed in the shadows, I envy the city’s retaliation because it resists

the heavy blanketing with its lights burning holes through

the bodied darkness. Yet night still triumphs.

Author's Note

Is the image clear? What does the poem say? Are the metaphors/images united?