West Eats Meat

West eats Meat*. Silently, slicing the sky, a Predator on the prowl. Searching, through human eyes, miles away at HQ. Picking up the signs fresh meat on the ground, scanning heat signatures, confirmation reaches the bird, sixteen high-value targets, on the move, in the cool desert night. An order is given, the Predator banks left, steadies itself, while sharpening its claws. With a whoosh, the Predator belches, its payload strikes the HVT's. "Target destroyed", a cheer goes up, miles away at HQ. The smoke clears, silence returning, while, 5 men, 4 women, 7 children, stir no more, late for the feast, as the bride lies cold, and dead, on the dunes. "mission accomplished". * : with thanks to Pandit Ravi Shankar's extraordinary composition "West eats Meat".