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 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 does not see a face