BACLAYON CHURCH

you once walked its brick path
amazed by its antiquity
never destroyed by any calamity
for the past three hundred years
you once prayed there
admired the oldest icons
and touched the woodiness of
the centuries
you once climbed the stairs
listened to the sounds of its bells
and on that stone window had the view
of the sea and the blue horizon

now, in thirty-two seconds
it is gone.