1247 - The midnight singer

The mystery of the midnight singer
Two floors below, his bass voice booming out
At 4, 5, 6 or 7, he rocks the
Whole four floors of these flats with his flat shout
Causing pausing of forty winks, a rout
Of dreams, four floors of steaming ears, curses
That echo through the walls below, about
Half-four; incomprehensible verses
Have no mercy on neighbours, for mercy’s
For Christians and the state. This foreigner
With the deep sound rebounds from local clout
With boundless disdain, straining harmonies
Between tenants of different races; war
Rages on till the dawn, rest dearly bought