Majestic in their yellow-painted shields
Imperious trumping traffic lights command
Through glares of green and red, and garish orange
Obedience in all the traffic below

How sad - there is no traffic to command
Though once there was, before the lordly lights
Were lifted up:  a little town was here
With pharmacies, feed stores, hardware, and cafes

And a movin’-picture show.  All gone now.  
And then the state put up the traffic lights