I have no idea what Jesse Ahad means, but that is probably my often inability to grasp subtlety beyond the most evident dimension.
A question for Peter Riley, many of whose poems I do admire: Would this be OK "experimental"? This take by David Hadbawnik on a certain poet (one very "interested" in Death, to be sure) of the 16th-17th century, published as one of "Three Holy Sonnets" in the new release of Dispatches?
Holy Sonnet 3
Unfriend me, haters, crop me out of yr selfie
which is the world; leave me like a fuckboi
after a midnight booty call — look, then
swipe me away to online oblivion,
a bad date with a dad bod and no game.
Dismiss me in a vicious subtweet
I’ll never see — block, unfollow, flag me
as offensive, send me to the spam box…
For I do worse every day to him
who forwarded my soul (a corrupt file)
to the King. And though I suffer exile
virtually, desperate for a "like,"
his love stripped anonymity away
so his avatar was deleted for real.