Poem in which we hear the word ‘drone’

a male bee in a colony of bees
which does no work
but can fertilise the queen
HH
            I think of bagpipes,
                                    refrigerators,
                                                aeroplanes
HH
the news left on
                        a radio talking
HH
HHHHHHHHat a party I was cornered in a kitchen
HH
an indolent person, an idler
                        pass away, drag out (life, time)
HH
in a film  people
                                                buying flour and diesel at a market
HH
                        bees, definitely
HH
a doctor/engineer/teacher
on a mountain path
coming home for lunch
                                                steady, deep humming
HH
people              around a kitchen table
                                    soup spilling,                 windowpanes trembling
HH
            terrorists
HH
a pilotless missile, directed by remote control
HH
one continuous note                  a low moan
HH

HH

Josephine Corcoran

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