Herald.

Once amused,he sat on the roof,
 (knowin his dying wasn't for the aloof)
 Shingles follow the word of the dead,
 waiting for the moment to mount the lost time,
 Hearing the melody in the time of lockdown,
 singing the tune of the earliest welcome,
 Await, ahoy! Await!
 There could be more to life than the taste of death.