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.



Great piece I posted a full review of it here 😀 https://www.graememcallister.com/p/reviewstack-mcallisters-mates-eighteen
Gonna need the trumpet overlay for this one 🔥