Poppycock
The Alumni News
arrives by email now,
no longer in a
proper envelope.
This saves trees,
the college says.
Poppycock, I say.
Truth be told,
this saves
postage, labor.
Names of alumni
appear by year,
most recent first.
Takes time to scroll
down to find
the Class of '56
only to discover
Fred is dead
and so is Ed.
Every issue knells
more classmates
nodding off.
One man's left
in the Class of '38.
He's the one
dead classmates
sent their news to.
By email, I imagine.
This saves trees.
Poppycock, I say.