Takapuna beach, 10 january 2017

A glass and steel monstrosity is reclad apace
The buzzsaw’s steady drone provides a backing track
to the buzzing of the drones in backyards
Less well-attended black glass mirror windows
have been sullied by the sea.
Inside I fear neighbourly curiosity
has been obscured among smokestained walls
But someone is watching me through polished glass lens
I feel the disrobing glare of an infrared navigation system
assisted by four pivoting blades
and faster than you can say
it is I who has been smoked, a stain,
and the waves, those well-intentioned janitors,
who lap up the resultant alphabet soup.

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