Poemranker existed long before AI chatbots let loose their firehose of banalities. June 9, 2001 was a lifetime ago. Poemranker is dead. The World Wide Scrapheap has gained another bundle of dust; an intricate, fascinating collection of filaments and particles. With no connection to anyone's eyes. Poemranker is not dead. Not until the hosting stops. Look! You are here, now, holding this thing in your gaze. Keeping it alive at this moment. Poemranker is waiting for your next move. You can have the last word.