My librarian does not answer, he is pale and still,
My friend who will not touch my arm, has lost his strength of will,
His mind was anchor’d safe and sound, but now it’s closed and done,
A fearful trip has torn away the mentor I had won;
Exult O lender, and ring their necks!
As I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck a friend once knew
Feint traces in his head.
(Inspired by ‘O Captain! My Captain!’ by Walt Whitman. Dedicated to Tony Stones)