Westshore Mall Poem by Justin Reamer

Once a jungle with many faces,
People smiling with bags in hand,
Pictures with Santa every Christmas,
And an over-sized bunny every spring,
The Westshore Mall stands today,
A lonely edifice long forgotten in Holland.

A ghost town with many abandoned sarcophagi,
The empty hallways reek of silence,
Nothing more than vagrants and employees
Wandering the empty streets of a city
At one point in its prime, but no longer,
Listening to music of voices long forgotten.

Although Westshore slowly dwindles and decays,
It still recalls its particular customers,
Nostalgic old timers who remember its zenith,
When the halls used to teem with life and
Happy conversations were audible from miles away.
Unfortunately the tides of capitalism brought inevitable change,
Sweeping the people with it like plankton in a reef,
Wiping away whatever glory it had,
Turning it into a landmark of the oblivion.