From the Wall Street Journal: “Wal-Mart is closing more than 150 stores in the U.S., a rare retreat for the behemoth on its home turf, capping what has been a difficult year for retailers as shoppers slowed their spending pace and accelerated their shift to the Internet.”
Like mammoth caves deserted now for eons long past number,
the big box stores yawn empty in their hollow, quiet slumber.
Time was they dotted landscapes like great temples on the hills,
where worshippers found light and peace (and clothes and bikes and drills).
But that was long ago, before the layoffs took command,
and ev’ry living creature was cast out upon the land.
Today a peddler may pass by, decrepit and obscure,
with packs of needles, ribbons gay, or plastic fishing lure.
Big ticket items are as rare as polar ice in June;
the basics are produced by tribal labor and commune.
Consumers died out long ago, conspicuous or not;
the roaming herds of sales clerks are long gone . . . but not forgot.