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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                  fly
the drone asks what is a border if you can        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.