Drone Driver

He brushes his teeth To start each day Gets the minutiae Out of the way Puts on his uniform Assumes his business face Makes the short journey To his workplace. He’s a professional assassin Without prejudice or hate Who carries out his work for An alert and watchful state He can kill with precision But gets no vicarious thrill When it comes the time to Use his hard earned skill Part of a team but really He works on his own When the orders come To launch his Drone. He’s miles away Not really there As he sends death Down from the air He takes off his uniform Re enters civilian life Settles for the evening With his children and wife They say he’s a killer but It’s really not the same He’s convinced himself It’s just a computer game He keeps that thought Held firmly in his head As he cleans his teeth Before he goes to bed. Only his wife knows about The many tortured screams As he tosses and he turns Trapped in his nightly dreams