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For A.

"No One Yet" has died today
It died, but had no name
It gave no womb its egglike shape
It went before it came.

It might as well have come and gone
Unnoticed and unmourned
But thanks to modern medicine
A grief instead was born.

So let us mourn the notion
The idea, the state of mind
Let's mourn the lost emotion
The nonlife left behind.