We Cannot Comment

A News Response Poem

Over the state fair.
Sugar, grease, small joy.
Something hums above it.

Over the wedding.
White dress, open sky.
A shadow circles the promise.

Over the hills,
where quiet used to mean peace,
we are being watched.

Unidentified drones.

Spotted over a Fort.
Spotted over a base.

They tell us
we cannot comment.
We cannot comment.

Like silence is safety.
Like we won’t notice.

What is a drone?

An unmanned thing, they say.
as if no hands means no harm.
Then they amend.
It’s an uncrewed thing. 
Less personal.
Less human.

No pilot.
No blame.
Just a machine
learning your face
before you learn its name.

It watches the crops,
the rivers,
your front yard.
Delivers packages
and something heavier.

What is a drone?

We cannot comment. 

But we are closely monitoring
the situation.
We are closely monitoring
the situation.

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Links to relevant news stories from this week:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/swarms-of-mystery-drones-over-major-us-air-force-base/vi-AA1Z683S?cvid=69beb8854fab4c4b8b6e7d02d10dbb2c&ocid=hpmsn

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2026/03/18/hegseth-rubio-drone-targeting-iran/

https://abcnews.com/International/multiple-waves-unauthorized-drones-spotted-strategic-us-air/story?id=131245527

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