Didn't you hear?
The bells were ringing.
The hallways teeming with musty air.
Drying by the leaf in meadow,
Beneath the branch locked dead,
The sky chimes in with accolades,
Moose's dead in piles by the everglades,
The vroom vroom of motor cars down streets yet paved,
The sickly cell anemia of the dead to rights not paid,
In the corner of the darkness,
Gold spilled in dew of jello,
Into ponds of diamond washed to shore and not blind,
There stands in echo remains a half eaten plate of rice,
Sat beneath the sun tan umbrella of mice and men.