Bucket in the bushes

Where I stand,

I’ve stood before
like a scolded

kid at camp

who got caught

dumping water

on the camp

counselor’s head

feigning innocence

while hiding

the bucket in the bushes

sometimes I’m wrong

even when I’m right

cursing catastrophes

in other people

and pretending

nobody sees the bucket

that isn’t dripping water

but someone’s blood