I asked the wounded soldier
If he had ever seen anybody die
He said that he had seen many die
I asked how many he had murdered
None I was obeying orders
That is not what I have been told
You have enjoyed your killings
I then set up a camera
In the corner of the cell
He asked of my intentions
I told him that I was going kill him
And film as he faded from life
He called me a monster
I shot him in the heart
And recorded his last moments
Placing the cassette in his bloody pocket
So that it might accompany him
Into our shared nothingness