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 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.