Send in the Drones

by grimbeau

A honeybee (Apis mellifera)

Wasn’t that sick?

Are you aware?

Me lying dead on the ground,

You in mid-air.

Send in the drones.


Didn’t it miss?

How can they prove?

One who keeps tearing around,

One who can’t move.

Where are the drones?

Send in the drones.


Just when I’d stopped opening wars,

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,

Making my entrance again with my nonchalant air,

Sure of my lines,

No one is there.


Don’t you love force?

My call I fear.

I thought that you’d want what I want.

Sorry, my dear.

But where are the drones?

Quick, send in the drones.

Don’t bother, they’re here


Isn’t it sick?

Isn’t it clear,

Losing my timing this late

In my career?

And where are the drones?

There ought to be drones.

Let’s get out of here.