I Wonder

We all bleed the same.

I wonder if everyone on Babble bled the same before and after intervention.

I wonder if everyone knows we bleed the same.

I wonder if anyone ever stopped:

Any soldier dragging the corpse of an enemy,

Any murdered disposing of a body,

Any slave owner hanging up the whip,

And wondered if the blood staining their shirt was their own,

And had to feel their skin beneath, in terror, to make sure,

And wiped the sweat from their forehead in relief.

I wonder if that ever scared them, the congruity of our blood.