Below the screen of his PC was a post it note
With the words of an Australian tank crewman
From World War One, when tanks were the future
Not an irrelevance in a world of assymetric warfare.
Ladled out death as you might vamp out indifferent music from a hurdy gurdy.
The words struck him forcibly, the indifference
The casual acceptance of cruelty as a process
Removed from the realm of morality by the
Remoteness of the deed.
He wrote another post it note
I am the hurdy gurdy man,
Then opened another electronic form, and began
Looking for a reason to sanction the claimant.