Drone Song

A drone circles above an Afghan village,
a bird of prey with hydrogen eyes,
it’s wire tongue tasting the air.

A village woman orgasms in her bed
over a slow fire lover. Discoveries like
the tendrils of pea vines encircle her.

The hydrogen eye clicks on.
The wire tongue flicks.
The morning cannot catch its breath.

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