Great to see that poem up, and how apt it seems. I don't think that I've read it since I was a child and then only to rhyme it off.
It reminds me, reading now, of Oisín returning from Tír na nÓg and his despair at everything gone; fled or broken.
Apologies (a) if you already have this and (b) that it's not a poem, it's a song lyric, but it does mention a certain well-known site:
"I fancy I'll open a stationers Sell quaint notepads to weekend pagans While you were out at the Rollright Stones I came and set fire to your shed"
Twenty-Four Hour Garage People - Half Man Half Biscuit (2000)
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