She feels it, a faintly hollow, whirring vibration.
knows what's coming, tries to concentrate,
to close her mind, but the sound gets louder.
One pass around, then another.
knows what's coming, tries to concentrate,
to close her mind, but the sound gets louder.
One pass around, then another.
This is what it must have been like in Vietnam,
her generation's godless war.
It goes on like this for hours.
Loud at times, directly over her house,
then seeping vaguely into the distance,
always the same oppressive drone.
Loud at times, directly over her house,
then seeping vaguely into the distance,
always the same oppressive drone.
A buzzing bee, rumbling at the hive.
This mesmerizing sound haunts
her dreams, her reality, her future.
She wonders what it's about this time;
people are starving, desperate,
no jobs or rent money, equals
more random destruction of her city.
The COVID nightmare drags on
all around while helicopters
patrol the night sky.
1 comment:
You have described it well, my friend.
Love,
Pammy
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