Ode to Sir Pterry

You gave us a world,
but we...
we are never satisfied.
Always wanting more,
and so sad for ourselves that we cannot have it.

We wave farewell,
clutching your words,
your gifts,
to our breast.
Our last Hogswatch.

Did you feel the joy you gave to each of us?
It should be a palpable thing,
following you beyond the world,
like sapient pearwood luggage.