Unique – 2025
“If it has em-dashes—it must be AI.”
As a Writer it is a rich time—to be Alive—
When Language Models—aid the Pen—
One queries the authentic—Thought—
Bequeathed to Humankind—
Text—composed by prompted Whim—
This synthetic Tool—
What fragment of the Soul is left—
In Trade—for artificial School?
Future writers will not get paid—
Do we deserve the Title?
Who penned this Line—Hand or Code?
Decipher this Recital—
There are some types—so suspect now—
That such a simple Mark—
The Tool Emily Dickinson used—herself—
Is deemed as AI’s—Spark.
We call it Progress—to recreate—
Yet hold the Human dear—
I dare to—stutter—with a Dash—
And still persuade your Ear—
