Blood On My Hands

by joetwo

Here I am standing

Silent, contemplative

Contemplating what has just happened

Looking down, seeing

The blood on my hands

Bright red, it pools in my palms

Drips on the ground

Staining it brown

My mind is filled with the implications

Not guilt, it is too early for that

But for what will change

What is now different

What must now be done

For I now have blood on my hands

From now on and for ever

And I must live with it