Faces Land, North Ellen Street, Dundee
Here in Visage Land
all the gargoyles, spouts, grotesques
have flown from their buttresses
in a rooftop flit
leaving the haunt of ecclesiastics
to down-size in old age
closer to the shops.
Bereft of holy observances,
they stare uneasily
from this tenement block.
It will take time before
they find their feet
in a place as new as this.
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