Out for Groceries

You sent him out for groceries. He's been gone for centuries. Perhaps you should have held your tongue. Now, he is forever gone. Where he rests now, I can't tell - could be he's fallen in a well. Where he lies, you'll never know. The answer ain't in the wind that blows. You may as well, say your farewell, because there is no one who can foretell - no seers, wise men, or sages. He'll be lying there for ages.