Ether Come and Never Go

If walls could talk What would Keats or Wilde’s walls say? Or Lenin or Lennon’s? Or the walls of a pub A prison or a morgue? Ah, but now walls do speak Your walls Our home is in the ether We are immortal The needs for our feeds Your walls will talk forever Your rants Your memes Your poems Your cat pictures with laser dots That plate of lasagne Who you like And who you hate They will live forever You will live forever In the ether