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Of all among the fallen from on high, / We count you last and leave you to regain
Your born dominion of a life made vain
By three spheres of insidious ivory.
You dwindle to the lesser tragedy -
Content, you say. We call, but you remain.
Nothing alive gone wrong could be so plain, / Or quite so blasted with absurdity.
You click away the kingdom that is yours, / And you click off your crown for cap and bells;
You smile, who are still master of the feast, / And for your smile we credit you the least; / But when your false, unhallowed laugh occurs, / We seem to think there may be something else.