On Cadavers and Corpses

I was able to wash the blood from my clothes

But I couldn't scrub it off my hands

Got the call when I was 19 years old

They sent me off to a distant land

And I saluted death firsthand

Witnessed her great power

Became the judge, jury, and executioner

Committing atrocities by the hour

Who am I to take a man's life?

Were my actions really just?

I witnessed haunting scenes

Once the living, now returned to dust

I made it back from hell on earth

Family was so glad to see me

The visions I saw everyday

Have set my inner demons free

There are no true victors in war

My soul is now a slave

Death herself thrives on bloodlust

On cadavers and corpses greed is paved

-D.S.