Coiffed by three translucent fading suns,
hoist upward by invisible powerpacks,
it stepped as weightless as its feathery ailerons would allow,
its drifting legs shaped like twisted arches,

levitating above the mangrove island,
in the grounds of an abandoned government installation,
by an ancient moss-covered dish,
a relay station manned by skeletons,

and it fed on buzzing insects,
as below, something long and green and reptilian
slid into the brackish glare,
a warning at ground level, strongly worded.

by Robin Wyatt Dunn, with Perchance                             

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. His latest books, Between Two Fires, Covert and Memory Outside The Head are available through Amazon.