Clicking a box, pixels of you
seething sorrow beyond a hard drive
Seething sorrow
clicks a mouse, a j-peg
your pixels so tiny like dust
Rain from my face
washing keyboard grit
Clicking fragments.
Clicking a little box
much smaller than
the box they buried you in
Grave computer warnings
Are you sure you want to delete her,
send her to the recycle bin?
No, delete me
Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets 