MQ-9
seen through the columns of rising smoke
the intention couldn't be clearer
while the tattooed roads wear the organic stains
as footholds for a memory of fallen phosphor rain
yet more caustic the harvest we reap
from the drone-grown, crone wept bones
even as the stone groves grow over the dead hope of
the pebble eyed children in their dreamless sleep
suffer the children our selfish gains
our bloody games
always the children
Julian (Admin)
Sat 20th Apr 2013 22:00
Paul, I find this extremely powerful. As Cynthia says, the Oh sounds dominate. Shades of Theroux's the 'O' Zone.