On the screen there is a distant trace:
punched-in co-ordinates indicate time and place:
somewhere a drone moves through the starry night
picking out details in green eerie light:
the trigger is the prophetic letter E
for ENTER on a keyboard: twenty-three
thousand kilometres away the drone releases
its load: for a few hundred thousand all life ceases.
On the inscrutable face of the computer screen
death is a mere smudge of emerald green.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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