What’s The Emoticon For This?
When there’s something suspect
in these tears I’ve wept;
too wet at the death of one unmet.
What’s the online grieving etiquette?
Are virtual wreaths for poets’ graves
flung silently through cyberspace
as artificial as the blooms
on manicured, well-tended tombs?
I made you up – a mental picture,
dark and vital, bearded figure,
eyes a-blazing truth to power.
Quick then, take this token flower
thrown to follow through the shade.
Unseen faces cannot fade.