barking dog
told to come inside
laughing crows
© Rachel Green February 2025
I'm of the mind that life will cease at death
there is no Heaven, nor is there a Hell.
Religion's a controlling force at best
the basest of man's appetites to quell.
Would you consult a Ouija board to speak
with the echo of my psyche in your head
or ask a medium to catch a peek
of where my spirit now resides, instead?
Or would you spent the time to teach AI
of all my written words and painted art
and make a chatbot of the dead of my
opinions, thoughts and schizophrenic heart?
At least you'd have the chance to talk anew
to what might be my final point of view.
© Rachel Green February 2025
Fourth of Four sonnets exploring Chatbots of the Dead
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