After Twitter

Let us go then you and I.
No, we cannot be bitter.
To our new home in the sky
And we will not remember Twitter.

We will go and bid the soldiers shoot
To get with child a Mandrake root
Then stagger to the Mermaid Tavern
Avoid the pit, eschew the cavern
And there cry out just what we know
Tales of weakness, tales of woe.
Then sip our ale and wait for one
William Blake?  Maybe John Donne!
For God's sake given where we were
I'd take Walter De La Mare
No one comes.  We wait an hour.
The off we go to the Dark Tower.
From the Mermaid to the bower.
Ben asks to wait another hour.
We'll wait an hour more at least.
"Ah, look Ben -- what rough beast!"
Slouching out from Bethlehem
To say "Hello!" to me and Ben
Face of Auden.  Eyes of Yeats.
Custom built to serve, it waits.
Chats a bit...says it was built in
A railway town by the name of Milton.
Asks the way to Simplon Pass
Says that it must go, alas
Can't find the way.  It's lost you see
In Seven Types of Ambiguity.
And we are lost but long for that...
And Macavity the Mystery cat
Is there and then, ah then
We meet the long world's gentleman.

A few years ago my Dad was dying
I sat beside him trying trying
To be anywhere but there
To be anywhere no where.
Held his hand as I read a book.
Didn't really want to look.
The Resistance.  Nazis in the mist.
Felt him shake and then I kissed
Him...when was the last time I...?
I looked at him.  I watched him die.
Then he whispered,  "I need you...
There's one thing I want you to do…"
Then I couldn't hear just what he said.
I went away then he was dead.
See the granite on his tombstone glitter.
Then we're gone too.  Twitter.  Twitter.