Uncalled-for Exercises in Unencouraging Verse

I wrote--and then reversed--the lines, 'his immortal spirit'.

The cursor danced back quietly, and removed the words

whose seams had seethed with meaning

A soft key-touch before

But now by cursor silenced evermore,

As a man

Is subtlely removed from this earth

Alone

In a room

Without fanfare.

The cursor dances back across

Anonymous, calm-blinking sweep

The cursor dances back across

His immortal soul.

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No gates rolled shut like the press of tides

No portcullis fell with as final a clang

As this carven latch on the edge of a wood.

Unanswered Unechoed

The silent trees stood 'round the click of the door

Of the small bungalow

Where Old Yensen is ready to die.