Rain hisses on rooftops
And rushes through the gutters
Swiftly and swirling where debris
And fallen leaves gather
Laughter is stifled inside
While raucous chatter fills the yard,
Empty now, though, for the rules
Hold the children in, these days
Puddles and play breed sickness
Of course, safety first
The height of our office towers
Now create the new sundial
Turning forever around alien streetlights
Still stone churches stand in silence
Or shouting their existence to passersby
Electronics replaced Quasimodo, and
Wedding bells are ringing
Echoing through the graveyard next-door.
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