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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 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.