FRESH

Your soft skin

bears no memory

of the wars fought

in your presence

for your sake.

Your soft body

recollects nothing

of the history

it has been party to.

Your hands are clean.

Your bandages fresh,

virgin.

You show no shame

of all that has been done

in your name.

Yours is an innocent existence

with your unsullied shape

your bright eyes

and your innocence

even after all this time.

You look good

despite it all.