Missing

I saw the the poor traveler of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the absentee.
Now beggarly is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the absentee is inadequate.

I saw the the possible happening of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the disappearance.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the disappearance,
Gently it goes - the attainable, the come-at-able, the allegeable.

I cannot help but stop and look at zany whereabouts.
Bark.
Why are they so zany?

How happy is the big gone!
"Zip", said the gone,
And "zip" then "zip" again.