Friday, 9 September 2016

More Satellites

Two years ago I wrote a poem; I wrote several variations on the same theme, of which this is one.


Points of light and points of heat,
fires that burn and bodies
burn and radiate their lives away
against the frozen earth.

The satellites, like fallen leaves
skip the surface of the sky
their backs turned to the heavens
as they watch our world of stars.

They point out points of light
so that the drones might snuff them out
"and someone way down here
loses someone dear".