A recent poem about losing a place you love:

Atlantis: A lost Sonnet

How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city--arches, pillars, colonnades,
not to mention vehicles and animals--had all
one fine day gone under?

I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?

Imiss our old city--
white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting under
fanlights and low skies to go home in it--Maybe
what really happened is

this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of
where we come from

they gave their sorrow a name and drowned it.