The Remains of the Sonnet
Rewriting the sonnet is a daunting task
Where shall I begin? Will you help me out?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Or shall I scream, help! Spens! Shakes! Shelley!
Beauty, where are you? What do you look like?
I will look for you and I will find you
Quick! Scissors, needles, stitches, swelling, scars
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Oh yes! Oh yes! There you are!
I can feel you through my fingertips
How sweet! How beautiful! I will never let you go
Oh no! Don’t go! Mirror mirror! Gone!
Twilight is my ending; I see
A boat – unwavering – Thanatos coming! Help! Enter reader!