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