When servers are down

And we lose our crown

Which sits askew on heads

Sometimes filled with lead



We turn to other works

Whose web is perked

Up so by good vibes

Which we feel inside



And reach out to grasp

A torch which is passed

From one to another 

As we greet brothers



Who only show good feeling

And don't send us reeling

With spears aimed at hearts

Just so they can feel smart



True strength of kinship

Comes from being pinch-ed

Together with a friend

Who loves what you tend



For - when you have this

You really do not miss

Lost connections which

Rear up and then switch



You from one very true line

To thought of yet another kind

And you then throw out your lure

To look for fish even more pure



Who may not really swim about

But may stand there and pout

For they're sad you've been let

Go - so abruptly ... by the Net



- Tristram