White-washed, renovated, restored and quaint,
It perches beside the modern colossus
That holds its successor.
Now a conservation centre,
It receives school parties, hosts a group
Of potted plants.
Then, proud above the squatter huts and street stalls
And the teeming crowds, it rose
Like a white-breasted gull
Poised to spread its wings,
Flex its round buttresses, its portico,