Slate fell from the Church Roof

Airy and how much more free
 she felt before the intractable nonsense
 of boys and their promises
 idiot lyrics spoken as poetry
 walking at night and glancing behind
 or the forest in the day
 safer, to degrees
 Slate fell from the church roof
 
Who mows all these lawns?
 who knew that in this time of dying
 she would find all this living to do?
 Acorns and broken tiles
 sand in her feet, faded rugs
 and the softness of wooden pews
 varnished by the touch of a thousand hands
 machines are fated, she walks there now.