Prediction
Prediction—or personal pose:
In the Age of AI
Poetry will be the last refuge
Of human language.
No intangible text or other utterance
Will be demonstrably real—
And the test of a poet,
As of a human being as such,
Will be that no one
Could ever mistake them
For a machine.

I enjoy your relevant riff upon the worst excesses of the post-modern coupled with the current absurdities of the ai nurds. And what is the upshot of this recurring materialist scientism with all of its shrill propaganda? You are nothing but a turd in hell. We’ve been here before as your meta-poem suggests.