I carry you around

These sights disturbed him deeply
the animals coughing and
sneezing


imagine
a nuclear war. A layer of sweat
inside his plastic head bubble,
he could
hear them, shrieking and calling distantly beyond
claustrophobia or panic

fitting each syringe with a needle
to be filled with drugs


"You are going to euthanize,
don't get attached"
They were going to die
anyway

They have to go


every last one