“I was just taking orders”
There’s blood on my hands.

There’s a cut on my brow
But it doesn’t carry the screams
Of the people on the other side
Like the blood that rushes around my ears,
Through the grooves of my mind

My Commanding Officer,
who wears his wedding ring on a chain around his neck,
A child’s ragdoll in his inner pocket,
Yells at me,
“Don’t just stand...