Poetry and innovation

[busker]

This is a poem that ChatGPT created about •electricity markets”
It’s quite impressive. I say so as a poetry aficionado and one that studiedelectricity markets

Markets

At five-minute intervals
the future is cancelled
and recalculated.

Demand arrives panting,
supply puts on a tie.
Somewhere a turbine spins harder,
somewhere a spreadsheet blinks red.

Nothing is owned, exactly—
only promised.
Megawatts exist briefly
as intentions.

Price is a weather system:
it forms offshore,
rolls in without apology,
flattens suburbs.

Scarcity is not a lack of wires
but a rumour that travels fast.
Abundance is silence
after a constraint lifts.

Traders speak of “signals”
as augurs once spoke of birds.
A spike is a moral failure
or an act of God,
depending on position.

Coal waits like an old king,
solar flares at noon and forgets,
wind is earnest but unreliable,
gas clears its throat.

And always the grid holds—
not by will,
but by rules so strict
they resemble faith.

Lights come on.
No one applauds.