The Feral Drones
By: Matthew Battles | Categories: Poetry, Popular, Uncanny

   
KNIFING and dipping, they roughen the incoming
   tide, until suddenly falling one swerves;

Snapping at elvers unreaching unknowing,
   broken and dripping, the silvery nerves;

Making sharp with the glint and the scale of the sacrifice,
   hecatomb wet in the salt-laden wind;

Pealing from towers of unalloyed elements,
   routes and celestial patterns unwind.

Turtle and albatross, eels ever migrating,
   metal and flood and the alphabet taste;

Odorless chemistry, sand repositioning
   sand in the spin of it, sand in the waste;

Flocking unmocked by the war spells unburdening
   wings that are paralyzed, eyeless they fly;

Knowing undone in the swerve of the afterburn,
   pyres of code in the writeable sky.

   

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Matthew Battles, Hilobrow's cofounder, has written about language, history, and the natural world for many publications. When he makes poems, he puts them here. A fellow at Harvard's Berkman Center for Internet and Society, he's also the author of Library, An Unquiet History.