Drones

Last night the Drones

Followed me home

They’d been hovering

Above the flat roof

Of the bar all evening

Chattering like the drunks inside

But they were alert enough

To trail me back

Through empty streets

Stopping when I stopped

Starting when the lights changed

So intent were we

The Drones & I

We failed to notice

On corners of the street

The tin-cup brigades

Of the redundant FBI

"Will Surveil for Food"

Their signs read

Michael Shepler  5/21/12