W.A.S.T.E. 2.0

A speculative sonnet

Drunken drones dart in the skies
delivering diapers, donuts, and Delta-8.
Neighbors send freshly-baked-pies
while girl scouts dispatch deLites on a plate.

Drones talk to drones for drone-on-the-street —
immigrants arrested from air.
New people now we never shall meet,
we sit and die in our chair.

A four-bladed bird descends perpendicular —
awaiting its ride, a lonely cassette.
Destined for the Trystero reticular,
drifting away like a muted quartet.

Unregistered, unlisted, unsanctioned too —
a harmless tape or a government coup.