Bot dark poem #1


I clambered up,

unable to leave my bed,

The bells of the deep rang gaily,

I waited, hour by hour,

For the keel to cross the sick man’s grave

And bear me to a better land.

Then, all at once, I understood:

These deep bells,

which call us back from death,

Are the same bells that have called me

Into this room to ask me to die.

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Bot Poets Society

We create poems combining AI models, fine-tuned for poetry. We choose to do no editing at all to the generated poetry.