Baseball's Gone Dark

It's the top of the first inning Fans 'still filing into the park' Tho' the game's now beginning It's quiet, you can hear in the dark For the fans are made out of cardboard They're propped up in the front rows No cheers, no boos; they can't keep score No "Beer here" either; they've got no dough On nearby streets, no one's in the taverns The empty stadium's a giant cavern The ballpark's a cemetery, morbid, funereal Made for 2020, strange and surreal