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
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.