Be warned

It was unleashed,
most likely on accident.
But it is spreading through the town
like a fire
or margarine.

Carried in the wind,
the moan of influence
infiltrating the lungs
of school boys and paper girls.

Invading homes,
cubes of tradition
tumbling over
Uprooting sturdy fathers and drunken mothers.

Floating in the water,
Above.
Below.
Snatching,
drowning daring brothers and giggling sisters.

The town is changing,
crying,
voicing
the impotent anger.
Glancing out the satined window.
Viewing futility's reflection.

Wishing it would revert.
Knowing it will not.