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