The Feral Drones
By:
December 6, 2011
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.