Bombs Away!

A sestina

The drone ejects its deadly shell
and now the bomb must drop.
The watchman wildly tolls the bell
to sound a warning peal.
No magic wand or shield can stop
what pain our town will feel.

And yet, the pain the town might feel,
transcends the mighty shell.
Time itself is loathe to stop
momentum of the drop.
Nor does it seek to speed the peal
and tolling of the bell.

When silence finally claims the bell
our town begins to feel
a horror from the useless peal,
ignored, of course, by shell.
That fateful path, that awful drop,
a force so hard to stop.