The Internet:
Like a giant fishing-net,
draws out all matter of seafood
The World Wide Web:
Ensnares us all in its network
and we are eventually wiped out
But a netizen's death is odd, hence
they may not truly be bereft of life
but simply in a state of abeyance
They're in a bizarre kind of limbo
you can not tell, alive or dead
there is nobody to ask who'd know
it's a mix of befuddlement and dread
There is no closure in such a death
there's no funeral, no official mourning
Instead, posts are their last puffs of breath
what is left of the netizen, if a site is closing?
Nika McGuin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-netizen/
