An Ode to the Comment Bots
We saw a light in the east, after dusk,
a star that hung in the sky,
and which did not rise with the evening:
The pieces of my shattered attention
fall with a bright dying flare
below the horizon, a memory
Both insubstantial and untrustworthy:
did we really see that light,
an ascending star of possibility?
Words are written and the comment posted,
the poem coalesces,
another genteel howl in the darkness.
Beautiful landscape @richardjuckes
...kidding...
That is an interesting poem and a deep look at the tragedy that is the comment bot.
Thank you. It's difficult to understand their motivation.
I think you're the first to make poems for it-)
but your poem is much deeper than it.
It's a pity there're so much gabage in Steemit.
Poeple try to make robots for frirendship... Darkness.