Drones, a Poem by Ed Meek
You can barely hear the dial-tone that hums through the wires of your brain. It is the call of drones, buzzing as they fly on their secret missions known only to those who man the remote controls, striking the keys to send unmanned Hawks, Ravens, and Shadows deep into Pakistan, Yemen, Syria, and Somalia. We have absolute confidence in our sources. Our President is in command, making the hard decisions. Later he falls asleep to the monotone hum in the back of his mind, while P