A. Frances Johnson – “Microaviary”

The man from PR has a brow
like a furrowed dune.
These are unmanned drones
he says in unmanned couplets
that surveil and kill.
He introduces me to a gifted man-child
building wings
that replicate the hovering skills of the hawkmoth.
Tested at 4500 metres
over Helmund province,
it has no smalltalk.
Nor does he.

Full poem here.

For Remembrance Day.