Elegy for Newsweek Magazine

The beginning of the end—

Or the panic that it may be the beginning of the end—

Either way we seep into melancholia over your passing into the eworld.

Eighty years young, your glossy pages never looked so youthful

Keeping yourself hip all the way to the end

With May’s Gay Obama cover that spited Time

And July’s iCrazy that foreshadowed your own demise.

But to no avail!

“We did everything we could,”

Said all the people who like the idea of print media

But read all their news online.

We will miss the good humor of Periscope

The wise words of Fareed Zakaria pre-hiccup

And the annual Year in Review.

Farewell, dear print Newsweek, we bid you adieu.