Vultures

Look, there's eagles!

My love proclaimed 

but I knew they were vultures 

and as we lay in fields of gray

the metallic frames grew closer

for it was in that hollow drone we found 

that no avian strain approached 

save with bomb bays opened 

and payload unloaded 

we watched as they burned our city 

and as we lay in fields of gray 

only embers for us to remember