Athens, Georgia
July 23, 2012
A
shadow glides the gentle land
beyond
the blacktop, bordered
by
ditches and daisies
down packed dirt driveways
past tin-roof
two room churches, fenced-in
cows and free-range mice –
now soaring over grace and lies
the
hawk is hunting summer skies.
A
raptor circles arid plains
its
pilot half a world away
a
mug of Starbucks in one hand
while
focused on his wary prey
a fighter striding toward his fate
as
protocols somewhere are met
a
mouse is clicked, new smoke plumes rise
in
distant fields a young man dies –
the
hawk is hunting summer skies.
Ghostly
circuits take to clouds
to
conjure up a techno-shroud
that
reinforces human pride
as
algorithms churn inside
spinning
truths submerged in lies
and
soaring dreams descend to doubts
just
who the raptor, who the mouse
when cell phones stalk unwary lives –
the
hawk is hunting summer skies.
At
twilight hawks return to nest
but
techno-servants never rest
they
serve their masters faithfully
from
Faust to Frankenstein they grow
ignore
for now the final toll
relax,
embrace your YouTube soul
let
comfort salve the silent fright
as
spirit reapers take to flight
