The Swarm

by fortytwo6x7



It moves to the beat of pure white noise

a million navigation systems it deploys

perpetual motion in it’s purest form

all constant parts to rules do conform

each unit assigned to a different task

coordinated by those none can unmask

drones moving to there appointed location

preparing on the move for disembarkation

expanding, consuming all available space

relentless progress at amazing pace

each person in the city combine to form

the throng of humanity I call the swarm


Author Notes


Written for National Poem Writing Month (April)

26th April 2013


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