Page Not Found
Here is the ‘net server’s head
whose circuits are made of gingerbread
when the indexing day comes
Google will find six crumbs
stooping by the monitor
waiting for webpages to load
as the other webpages did—
you imagine its surprise
bellowing through the ethernet
Where is the page that is dead?
to Google in a tiny voice,
i am Page Not Found a circuit said
whereupon its fellow five
circuits crackled as if they were alive
and number two took up the song:
I am Fatal Error and you did wrong
cried the third circuit, i am Redirected
and this is my little sister Permanently Gone
with our big brother Access Denied
don’t punish us, for it’s Webmaster’s fault
and the last circuit with some shame
whispered unto Google, my name
is Error in Syntax and with the others i’ve
lost the page that isn’t alive
E. E. Cummings, “here is little Effie’s head”