no tears shed

they are taking down
the shopping
mall, one brick
at a time.
ripping out the thread
bare
carpet holding
a thousand spilled
orange Julius's
in it's weave.
you can hear
the quick footsteps
of shoppers past
browsing, stealing
using coupons
and cash.
the clothes once
bought in nineteen
seventy five are long
gone, as are the shoes
and boots,
those leather vests
and hats
that no one wears
anymore.
soon, there are just
the steel bones,
without music
piped in from above.
only the grind
and pull of machines,
erasing decades
of nylon and polyester
dreams.