This Time Last Year

The drums fell still.
The crowds had gone.
The name had charmed.
The world grew calm.

Cows grazed the grass,
But no one came
To drive them home
When deer joined them.

In the great towns,
The doors stayed shut.
Most windows were closed.
The old folks died,

While the young ones
Hid and sent out
Signs of the times.
Now, are those drums?