GALLERY
I paged through my AI art
gallery
whilst you were busy
working at your craft
reports flooding in
of genocide and
impending nuclear confrontation
not enough to detract
you from your task
of penning the perfect couplet
and then perhaps, who knows?,
sky’s the limit
a further lifetime might well
need to be devoted
to the first draft of
what holds so much promise
of one day becoming
a most exquisite haiku
shining like a jewel, a gemstone,
amidst all the rubble
and detritus
of what we once were
a beacon of light
to draw us together throughout
the years of hard nuclear winter
perhaps
tattooed on skin and
thereby passed down
through the meagre generations
of survivors
more effective as message
that painting
sculpture
could ever be
which very idea I put to
my AI artist
in a flash of
miraculous intelligence
bound
to come up with something
a little off-putting since
still somewhat aliem
yet wondous nevertheless,
worthy of its place
in my gallery
never
to be seen again.