One, two, three, four.
It’s not worth going to town anymore.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Online shopping has sealed its fate.
Nine, ten, eleven twelve.
Empty windows reveal unstocked shelves.
We observed the closures one by one.
Every week saw another store gone.
The signs were there but nothing done.
It’s just easier to buy from Amazon.
Twelve, eleven, ten, nine.
I don’t work in retail so I’ll be fine.
Eight, seven, six, five.
Don’t need that kind of work for my family to thrive.
Four, three, two, one.
Decline on a scale that cannot be undone.
Poetry for Dullards 