Jumbo jets and drone planes
circling round more menacing than encroaching vultures
I see the death
I hear it too in the engine rumbles
I step outside near the base
and the atmosphere may as well be ice
the air I breathe feels like toxic smoke
I watch the robotic movement of the blind
steering the deadly machinery
it's just my job not sure what it is for
or maybe they do maybe they don't
perhaps they do and do not care
how many weapons trained have I seen in this hour alone
and those eyes, those eyes
cold, calculating, sharp, empty
boom

I forgot how odd it is
surrounded by robots
trained to ****