ungod disconnecting

as the year ends we watch warm rain
fall in a steady flow for long bleak hours
the water as it washes streams and scours
does not remove the last the human stain
the reason now is one that we see plain
what we've become is far past any powers
fallen from what once were their cloudy bowers
it's too great an effort far too great a strain
but life goes on and does not seem to pause
there's nothing here but what we all have made
what we become is nothing that can pall
instead we're obedient to the same laws
that hold us to our ancient human trade
although we speak there's no one there to call