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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