Drone Poem by Douglas Scotney

Sunday morning was proving boring
for the team or guy
watching the screens
attached to the CC cameras.

Suddenly!
Someone seen acting suspiciously
in an out- of- the-way pocket
at the university
near an unattended bicycle
with a back-pack leaning against a wheel...

...Someone had finished taking photographs
and was leaving the premises
as two policemen walked past
absorbed in rehearsals:
someone was to think
he was not a person-of-interest.

They would check the set-up.
(Synch-blink is a euphemism
well-used by team psychologists,
alibi for lost millions;
and, a guy can't do anything about brain-hegemony.
He just has to spend at least almost half his life
with his eyes wide shut.)
You've got to have someone on the ground.

We're working on it...
...them...
...S-b...b-h.