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the drone

was once a scrap of metal














looks as if it might be a toy














is not a toy














could have been something other than a killing machine














could have been a house














could have been a spoon














could have been a swing














does not know who it is going to kill next














is going to kill next














has learned to disguise itself as a shard of sky














’s soft hum is a disembodied echo














was mistaken for a star once














renders itself celestial














scoffs at sovereignty














asks what is a border if you can fly right over it?














was built by a man














killed a man & a woman & a child














killed a child & did not see her face














does not see a face














sees a body & then the body is gone.