Roofscape

Church spires and pigeons
Once hovered here,
Above the Park Slope
Roofs, everywhere.

Then up popped gray
TV antennas,
Bare, dead trees
Like Gehenna’s

These gave  way to
Satellite dishes,
Fulfilling swollen
Cable wishes.

And now the Slope
Frowns and glowers
At the latest,
Cellphone
towers.

Adaptation,
Uglification,
All in the name of
Communication.