Mall Rat’s Lament
Inspired by Oliver Boberg’s “Passage (Mall)” (1999)
The walkway persists in silent light —
Its pillars stand stout
Despite no master to walk about.
Guardians of no visible man
Simply there to say “they can”
To the gardener’s dismay
The vines have grown cracked and brown
For he has not appeared today
In his wake,
Some long forgotten tools lay
In lengthy prickly gown
What lights and treats did they take
And left just this behind?
A cubic structured labyrinth;
Hospitable by design.
With capital’s mighty glow
(That leaves me quite entranced)
Where did all the people go?
Perhaps the stairs up to the left?
The passage behind them all but bereft
We scuttle across the ground
The mall will stay with all it’s might.
We make not a sound