Pokémondias

After Shelley

I met a traveller with an Android phone,
Who said — “Five pages deep inside my Moto Z,
You’ll find my old apps. . . . Near them, on its own,
A shattered icon lies, a shame to see,
Away from other icons, it’s alone
It holds itself above its company
It sits there, thinking it will still be played
I’ve long forgotten all its stupid names;
And sometimes I can hear these words get said:
‘My name is Pokémon GO, the Game of Games;
Click on my ball, ye Mighty, and despair!’
No fingerprint upon its face holds fast
The old discarded apps, they molder there
Who thought this stupid trend would ever last?”