Turing Test for a Poem
We need a Turing test for any new poem.
The poem will have to sit in a humid dark room
And patiently answer a series of questions
That only a real poem written by a real
Person will be able to understand.
In the real poem the metaphor will be a window
Everyone else mistakes for a mirror.
In the fake poem the metaphor is a door
Drawn on a white sheet of paper
With the word “door” written over the peep hole.
The real poem will try to toss the dead leaves against the wind
While the fake one calibrates all your neatly raked piles.
The fake one answers every question on the test.
The real poem is the Grand Inquisitor,
Hooded, on the other side of the heavy table,
Who never asked a single question.
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