fields bloom with fires
songless
nightingales have fled; trees hang. dead
silence is dripping
as hearts itch
and another drone hums down
it buzzes, homes in - a beast
from some far dungeon
ahead of dawn's first light
while sirens wail
in our own dark night
it is then I turn to the rising sun
casting beams like a religion
for a thermal camera will not see
in the crepiscule
the lens must be changed
guns blazing, we all cast the first stones
for dversepoets A soothing few notes by Jeff Beck
This whole awful war is a litany of pivotal moments.
I hope they took out the drone, Ain, A school friend of mine, at a recent reunion, told me he is working on anti-drone measures. Sad to say, they have changed the face of warfare, and not for the better - the life of soldiers hiding out from drones reminds me of the First World War trenches...