Victor Gruen was the main inventor/architect behind what is now the American mall. He wanted them to initially be community centered places where foilks could gather and engage with their community. However, like in many things, capitalist interests chose to take Victor's design and twist it into a parody of what it originally was meant to be. It was about shopping and materialism rather than community. Now as malls wither into desolate concrete carcasses, and America is as isolated as ever, I thought of how Victor Gruen would perceive what happened to his creation. Thus this poem. Written in 2022.