Into the darkling, drizzling dawn;
Into the early-morning grey.
Strong arms to counteract the weakling legs,
He s soiled himself,
But no-one notices and no-one cares.
Duty is King and Country;
Duty is all.
Blind to compassion, blind to emotion and fear.
Blinded to reason and doubt,
To conscience and remorse.
Into the empty morning.
Empty the faces that surround him;
Empty the words to define, to justify, to absolve.
Only the casket, the post, the pock-marked wall.
Only the blindfold and the final cigarette.