Lamenting the Lack

Alas, poor bookshops!
I knew them, reader,
their fellowship and infinite zest,
most excellent editions
bearing me ten thousand times.
How hung those heavy shelves I miss.
Where ride your volumes now?
Deluxe diversions?
Genres? Nameplates?
Now, nothing to be found
in this twittering mall.

Lamenting the Lack © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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45 words (prompt limit).  Death of Bookstores challenge prompt - link:

Poem inspired by Hamlet's Yorick speech, Act 5, Scene 1:

Last line inspired by T. S. Eliot's "twittering world" from Four Quartets, Burnt Norton, part three.
Submitted: December 23, 2019