Eulogy for the Written Word

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

In this ever-changing technological environment, a disproportionate amount of value is placed on scientific achievement. As a result, the quality of literature has steadily declined along with appreciation for its founders. This is a lament for the loss of that which initially defined us as a species.




Here she lies in all her grace

A resigned beauty lines her face

Her casket woven by hopeful hand

Ignorant, youthful, amorous, bland

Not quills but keyboards litter the sand

Of her final resting place


Shakespeare, the first to attend

Did weep until the bitter end

“Alas!” cried he, “I must descend

To join my unfortunate lady”


Poe arrived at a quarter to one

His only true fear quick to evolve

The killer revealed, the mystery undone

From out of the earth dost the black ink run

A murder even Dupin cannot resolve


Dickinson followed with Death in hand

Frost came soon after down The Road Not Taken

Silverstein did make amends

And hasten to Where the Sidewalk Ends

Their only course to depart from this world forsaken

As their newfound fates were absurd to withstand


“We are gathered” said a man of a priestly kind

“To mourn our loss, dearest one and all”

Then, smirking, he continued,

“Were we really so blind

As not to see the Typing on the wall?”

Submitted: October 27, 2013

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