Drone

death of an innocent

The morning thick with heat and dust,

as a small boy sits on a doorstep,

his mother making tea for his father`s guests

who talk in soft voices, he dreams

of his land as a place of peace, the hope

he carries in his young head, but

there is no birdsong, no crickets, the

village dogs lost in the day`s hard light

as if the morning is untimely, 

something wrong he will never understand.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

It doesn't seem to me the boy is dreaming of any far off land. A difficult-to- accept death has come to his usually pleasant village; bringing unwanted, ill-understood and profoundly dramatic change.
This brilliant line most tells the tale: "as if the morning is untimely."
Touching--and a bit unsettling, Leslie.

[Helen Crutchett]

Well done indeed. I loved how this poem left us wondering why? Good job!

[Distant horizons]

Beautifully captured.

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. extremely poignant and vivid writing, dear poet ... i can hear the boy's heart ... because i relate your words to my own dream to relocate from living in the suburbs of the capital city of india to my ancestral village which is in the heart of a very green and beautiful district ... in my father's home state ... with lots of birdsong ... and crickets ... and fields ... and fresh air ...