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  • ETHEREAL

    The Facebook algorithm tells me I have

    memories to share with friends – and when I look

    I see that one of them died four years ago.

    She was always a meticulous person

    but seems to have neglected to leave details

    of what to do with her Facebook account.

    Now LinkedIn is encouraging me

    to congratulate a colleague – deceased

    these nine years – on his work anniversary.

    Social media is filling with dead souls

    that pass across our screens like shooting stars.

     

    Maybe these are deliberate memento

    mori; if accidental, permitted

    by heirs celebrating the departed’s

    sense of the absurd – or a casualness

    about our commonwealth, like space debris:

    the flecks of paint off bits of satellites,

    an astronaut’s toothbrush, a rocket

    lost, junked in the heavens.

     

     

     

     

     

     


    3 responses to “ETHEREAL”


    1. Ian Craine Avatar
      Ian Craine

      I like this poem. My mobile phone address book is full of the departed. I can’t bear to delete them; each removal would seem somehow like the betrayal of a friendship. A bit fanciful perhaps but I think we writers can allow ourselves a little of that.

      I rummage through the principal bookcase, a huge wooden concertina of a thing, easy to pack yet surprisingly capacious. An indexer’s bookcase wherein I find Gogol between Frazer and Kenneth Grahame. ‘Dead Souls’ is thinner than I remember (years since I read it) but next to ‘The Golden Bough’ most works look unfed.

      Those three extremely fanciful works are I suspect merely a microcosm of the library they are part of. Full also of old friends.

    2. Mary Clark Avatar
      Mary Clark

      Facebook allows you to save a relative’s page to a ‘Legacy’ account. Then it’s almost impossible to delete, I’ve found. I suppose FB counts all those souls in its billions of ‘users’ though it’s clear, or getting more clear, who is being used.

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