The Visitants
 
Back in the once-loved city square
They stumble on an alien stage.
They see so much that isn’t there.
 
The setts that blossomed with the Fair
Have passed into another age
Back in the once-loved city square.
 
However long and hard they stare
The place is on a different page.
They see so much that isn’t there.
 
The churches change has chanced to spare
Are relics which glass walls encage                        
Back in the once-loved city square.
 
Too many questions starting Where?
Their memories will not disengage.
They see so much that isn’t there.
 
Amid the blank new buildings’ glare
With little left  that might assuage,
Back in the once-loved city square
They see so much that isn’t there.

Jerome Betts
 
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