the drone was once a scrap of metal     the drone looks as if it might be a toy    the drone is not a toy    

the drone could have been something other than a killing machine    the drone could have been a house    the drone could have been a spoon    the drone could have been a swing   

the drone does not know who it is going to kill next

the drone is going to kill next the drone has learned to disguise itself as a shard of sky    

the drone’s soft hum is a disembodied echo    the drone was mistaken for a star once    the drone renders itself celestial   

the drone scoffs at sovereignty

            the drone asks what is a border if you can fly right over it?   

the drone was built by a man

         the drone killed a man     

                                    & a woman

              & a child

      the drone killed a child & did not see her face

                 the drone does not see a face the drone sees a body

                                                                                                                                                                   & then the body is gone.