Silence

Silence

The
Satellite
Is
On
The
Fritz,
Due
To
Last
Night’s
Wintry
Blitz.
Whenever
It
Rains
Or
Snows
Or
The
Desert
Wind
Blows.
The
System
Goes,
Depriving
Folks
Of
Sound
And
Light
That
Gets
Them
Through
The
Aural
Night.
I wait,
And
Drink
My
Morning
Tea,
Until,
Glory 
Be,
The
Music
Is
Returned
To 
Me.