Ode to Another Fallen

With apologies to both Mark Serres and Walt Whitman...

O Captain our Captain! Your fearful trip is done,

The Product Management ship weathered every rack, yet the prize you sought…not done.

Mid-month now spent, a bad email you sent, with consequences revolting,

While follow eyes a steady stream of friendly faces a’ bolting;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the painful days ahead…

In his home now the Captain lies,

Killed by an email thread.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up--for you the Yeti Sales were done—their sea of hope still swells.

For you some hearts and hands did move, some crossed their seas of doubt,

With you we shared many a bug deferred, but still we always did pout!

Hello Captain, dear Product Manager,

Is your cell phone near your head?

It is some dream that in the office,

We still see you, but you've fled.

The Captain does not answer when we call out to his cube,

Our leader no longer attends dumb meetings, he can enjoy a little You Tube.

The LaGarde ship is not safe or sound, its voyage not closed nor done,

On this fearful trip he guided himself bravely, at times he even had fun;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But we with mournful tread,

Pace these halls where our Captain walked,

Wishing he’d recalled that email thread.