The Engineering Tram

The moon was stuffed discreetly
Inside pockets made of clouds,
As the endless night unfurled
Along the cliffs, beyond the crowds,
And the grubby engineering tram
Came rattling down its tracks,
Pulling up beside the turnpike
Where squat figures dressed in black
And yellow jackets climbed the darkness
Up the ladder to the roof.
I watched them, blowing on my gloves,
As sparks of silver blue
Shot through the heavens, carving up the night.
Two tailors in the sky,
Stitching tears across the universe,
Repairing threads in time.
Then the light show promptly ended
All the nips and tucks now done.
They packed their tools in secret reticence
And the tramcar rumbled on.