Drone
Sunday morning was proving boring
for the team or guy
watching the screens
attached to the CC cameras.
Suddenly!
Someone seen acting suspiciously
in an out- of- the-way pocket
at the university
near an unattended bicycle
with a back-pack leaning against a wheel...
...Someone had finished taking photographs
and was leaving the premises
as two policemen walked past
absorbed in rehearsals:
someone was to think
he was not a person-of-interest.
They would check the set-up.
(Synch-blink is a euphemism
well-used by team psychologists,
alibi for lost millions;
and, a guy can't do anything about brain-hegemony.
He just has to spend at least almost half his life
with his eyes wide shut.)
You've got to have someone on the ground.
We're working on it...
...them...
...S-b...b-h.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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