Licking his lips

Without tank, fuel empty,

Contemplated below

No signal
The new normal –

Instrument and eye combined in symmetry.

                A hawk, hunter killer,

                   Circling,
                In his glide wondering,

                  Like every killer he would be hungry

                                                After killing.
                    His machine/stomach always empty.

Hunger turned him into missile

                                                Aimed at cities.

Making the new extreme quite normal.