Sonnet for Claws

This is a Dantean sonnet, ABAB ABAB CDCD CD

The Nineties opened doors for megabytes:

The age of volubility had shown

That anyone could trod the writer flights

With tools that mark the way like the groan

Of certain steps, informing a bard of kites

That gales of prose would soon lift unknowns.

The hidden truths of common people, sprites

Eternal, rare once, common as Aught phones

That call to one another, prayers for all

Through essay, prose, and novels, gone for yeet,

Emoji glyphs, forsooth iambic calls

Once sharp, like chainsaw howls, in forest deep.

Are clicks in silent spires, abandoned malls

Where ghostly claws erase their traces, and beep.

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