Stealthily I glide above you
My fingers always on the bomb bay trigger

And though you can't see me for the way I feel
My technology allows me to understand

Fear not lost lovely
These bombs are not for you

But for anyone
Who would dare to harm you





© 1991
Revised © 2015 (last couplet added)
Photo courtesy of the Net

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08/08/2015

Author's Note: An earlier incarnation of this poem was published in the chap booklet, Pillow Poems, Chris Sorrenti. Produced by Otto Graser, Arlington Books, Ottawa, Canada (1997). ISSN 0835-362X.

Posted on 08/08/2015
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