Love Poem

Love Poem
by Kurt Olsson


An artificial intelligence somewhere

is writing this poem and writing it better.

Images truer, the voice not so limited


and identifiably mine, and what your eyes

are compared to neither hackneyed nor trite

but laid out in meter and perfectly rhymed,


and, if read backward, encrypted in code

for a fleet of ballistic missiles siloed

and go for launch in distant North Dakota.