In cyberspace did Kubla.com
A poetry domain decree
Where Web, the sacred net did run
Through storage measureless to man
Down from a dusty old pc
And following a day of visions
Which the blessed muse did send
I entered glowing words within
A sunny poem form online
But oh! my lamentations
After sending to the site
A poem that was bright and clear
A word symphony of mystic verse
It sadly vanished into internight
And I didn’t have a copy
Nor had I composed a draft
I blindly trusted Poetry.com
And received a cybershaft!
David Trudel
August 2002
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