I made a toy once, of bone and sinew. I gave it up when I went into the Service.

I dream of my flag being sent to mom, her taking out the toy.

The drones whir above us. There’s a boy fumbling for something in the rubble, perhaps a toy.

Adam McAlpine Clark has been writing fiction and poetry for over fifteen years. Two and a half years ago he entered graduate school for law and environmental and international development policy. As a result, he began writing non-fiction articles about international environmental justice issues. He has been continuing to write fiction, albeit slowly, but his work has been heavily inflected with concerns of globalization and loss.