Hum/Chrissa's Prompt

This evening at WordCrafters, Carrie surprised us with personal prompts...no specific picture, no direction. Here's the eventual page:

And here's the poem:

Sounds like humming--like a song, rotor-sliced, backwashed
Immanent in the war ghosts above, three troop transports
Deep in the suburban blue.
That bad feeling, sub-vocal, that disinclination
To push a button in a box.
We're dreaming emergencies--
Tuneless bees, dying behind the shades
In our pocket apocalypses--
So many of those the shelves themselves drowned.
Blenders grind our anxieties into fuel--
Sounds like humming--
Sounds like something about to start.

You'd think I'd come up with something more cheerful, given the yellow page...and the doodling. :)