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.