Eye Above (poem)

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Eye Above

Helicopter blades
Slip past the carotid artery,
It feels good to be alive.

The ants march in line
With the sound of windswept wails
Echoing around them,
As the swirling blades above
Mock the air.

From a pair of binoculars
In an establishment well into the clouds,
The entire country below
Appears as a topographical map
Where there is an X
Over the places
We no longer care to see.