Classic Poem

Follow the moss
along the wall;
read the language
of the cracks;
pay attention
to the rooks
cursing the clouds
above your head;
hear the tolls
of bells across
the sooty red bricks
of Petersdorf;
and watch the leaves
departing lindens,
sailing over
the iron gate
to lie among
the faded letters,
the withered flowers
and toppled stones.