Laura BrownLavoie Poems

The drone note groans out low before the bagpipe starts.A ghost tone.Who's gone? Who's dirge is playing now?There's the drone of an engine flying low over the horizon.What's a plabe without a pilot? You can't look it in the eyes. If you shoot it nothing dies. It can kill but it ain't alive.
And the drone in a honeycomb. A stingless bee, he doesn't fly, just stays at home and remote controls.Yeah I've seen battle of course i've seen battle. I've never left Nevada but every day I see battle.A big screen.A live feed.And that's me on the trigger.Honeybee on the trigger.A stingless man. But wing it.
Things I've seen on that screen. It'll take the tones out of a man's voice.We'll make a drone of a man.Make a honeycomb home of a man's home.
Honey I'm home. Honeybee Queen I'm a drone. I'm in control.But remote.Can't get the laundry done.Can't get this twitch out of my thumbs.
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