you gleefully wielded
your saber
with two hands
to slice their throats
You stuck in earplugs
though
when the gurgling began;
and turned away
at the first drop of blood
Lack of witness
absolved you
of ownership
or remorse
Collecting kills
was easy;
collecting corpses
was a more difficult
task
Perhaps gas
next time
to avoid the messiness;
and a getaway car
with a vanity plate
that lets everyone know
how great you are