No longer foursquare.
When they took down that side
They removed a retaining wall.
I am an old multi-height building
With stored, up the stair,
Piled and labeled in the
Attic, all angers I recall.
If the indifferent modern builders
Place more boxes there,
The supports won’t bear the
Stress and the upper floor will fall.
Crumpled cinder blocks in weedy lots,
Rusty beams laid bare,
Latest victim of the wrecking ball.
I am a triangular building,
Chips in my foundation
And suspicions dust my hall.
Photo from the City of Bellington, Washington