The old sea-front church came down they said,
Broken, shattered, all sanctity shed.
Its glinting stained-glass eyes have gone,
And blind commerce gnaws its carrion.
Its cold brave stones that defied all storms,
Kept generations of the faithful warm.
Still, I know not why these faithless eyes,
Should fill in sadness at its demise.
Is it those memories that I mourn?
Of countless prayers cast heaven-borne
When the seekers of that deathless-death,
made supplications of holy breath.
A hundred years in one day gone,
And where was its salvation?
