Oh, poor buildings ! Gutted inside;
They mistake your artisan pride for slumming.
They rip-out and knock-through, your subtleties egress
To plate-glass and concrete – the onmarch of regress.
Go, poor buildings ! Run off and hide !
The architects are coming !
They turn all to shit that they plan, draw and quarter,
But keep your façades as the trophies they slaughter.