The mall is another vegetable,
barely breathing, eyes unresponsive,
life supported by a ventilator feeding
dollar bills and free energy drinks
into now-iron lungs unwilling to pull in
or anything close
to a good night’s sleep.
William had something like a heart attack,
stepped outside to the hospital,
chest shaking, his head set on a shelf,
and he was back in store
twelve hours later
to pacify the machine,
to give the people the shoes they need.