“Every knock on the door gets a poem.”

There is a quiet violence to the internet. Thousands of times a day, machines knock on every door they can find — probing for unlocked WordPress installs, exposed .env files, forgotten admin panels, databases left ajar. It is relentless, mechanical, and invisible. Most people have no idea it’s happening.

The Honeypo(e)t listens.

It sits in the open, looking like a server with something to hide. The scanners come — they always do — and instead of silence or a slammed door, they find verse. A haiku for the WordPress hunter. A confession for the credential thief. A meditation on doors and keys for the brute-forcer.

The bots won’t read any of it. They never do. They check the status code and move on.

But you can read it. That’s what the gallery is for.