Brenda Bryant
MONOCHROME
DEMOLITION
The young man returned
After long years away.
He ran up the old familiar steps.
And then he stopped!
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Light
Where there should have been
Solidity.
Space
Where there should have been
Density.
Strangeness
Where there should have been
Familiarity.
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For a moment he stood nonplussed,
Not daring to go further.
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A passer-by called out
'Pulled down five year ago, mate.
The owners died.'
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The young man returned to his car
And drove away.
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The same mood here:
