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