They kept the leaded panes, latches lifted
by sepia soldiers in the last refurbishment.
Self service installed. Yellow directories removed.
Eventually the newspapers.
We were all reduced with the opening hours.
This used to be the Parish Rooms for dancing.
No dancing now. Books parcel-taped over;
Deep well drained of water; boarded up,
A small death.
Bitter ashes in the mouth to tell Them:
We told you so.