13,627. AS THE BAKERY CLOSED DOWN

AS THE BAKERY CLOSED DOWN

First one, than the other. I noticed the

country was lost when all the little folk

began losing their ways. Small shops, and

those cauldrons of craft and invention by

which people once went : the baker, the

miller, the cooper, the blacksmith, and

now even  those auto-giant cavalcaders

have replaced the small roadside dealers.

Face it, there's nothing left, and charm

has left the building. Hello Walmart,

and hello Chinese buggery.

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Maybe if Whitman was still around, a

'Waltmart' could be a cool thing: feeling

the fruits and vegetables while an Allen

Ginsberg sings. 'Oh America! We are lost!

I see the match of Moloch's mad fires

coming down from the hills, scarring

the land, and torching all things!' Here

lies our Mr. Whitman Bard. I've seen

the best minds of all generations, piled

now in the scrapman's yard.