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.