drones

Drones The agreeable weather persists and worries me sitting in the yard trying to read the papers but hand cramps prevent me Two flies are circling could be miniature  drones spying on me, could it be the people in the Guardian who have asked me for money the last twenty years there are millions of drones, swarms like clouds on a hazy mirror, an early morning Every government has drones, and calls it securities, a word loaded with falsehood  when they want to control everyone  In Iran, they have moral police with drones  checking to see if women in their gardens wear veils and cover up their arms Here in the West, drones take lewd photos  of us and demand money to have them  erased  The drone pair has disappeared, this makes me annoyed, so I'm not worth spying on is that it?