Drone
Do strangers make you human
Science fiction visiting bodies as cold fact
What unknown numbers govern our genes or phones
A constant thrum from outer space
Snow makes a sound in sand
You are seen from far far above
Unheard and vanished
bodies dismember to dirt
Hardly alive, hardly a person anymore
Who will I be next and in that life will you know me
Copyright © 2016 by Kazim Ali. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 20, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.