To All You Foes

Lights in our sky

They hover nearby

Whispering answers

Without saying why

Asking us questions

Of inside, of out,

Of whether we’re certain

Or living in doubt

Drawing us up

Hunting us down

Haunting our farmland

Examining town

Freezing our silos

Tracking our planes

Harvesting lightning

Mocking our gains

Radar confirms them

Photographs, too

They’re friendly to me

But might mutilate you

Gaze up at them smiling

Greet each as a friend

Remember beginnings

As they witness our end

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