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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, June 20, 2016.
About this Poem 

“‘Drone’ considers our lives with drones in the sky which may kill us or just capture our images and/or our ‘data.’ But it also considers the ‘drone’ in classical Indian music, which has a different role, that of giving the temporal its constancy, a way of seeing the divine endless in the momentary. Which drone is which? Who is god now?”
—Kazim Ali

Drone

Do strangers make you human

Science fiction visiting bodies as cold fact

What unknown numbers govern our genes or phones

A constant thrum from outer space

Snow makes a sound in sand

You are seen from far far above

Unheard and vanished

bodies dismember to dirt

Hardly alive, hardly a person anymore

Who will I be next and in that life will you know me
 

Copyright © 2016 by Kazim Ali. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 20, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2016 by Kazim Ali. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 20, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Kazim Ali

Kazim Ali

His first collection of poetry, The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005), won the Alice James Books New England/New York Award

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