the new born

the groundskeeper
who lived
with his family below
your house
in spain
was tall and lean,
polite,
a beret, black and soft
upon his head.
one by one
he'd bend over and snatch
each new born
kitten from the box
where his cat
would lie and place
them into a burlap
bag, he'd then walk
to the sea
as green as glass
to drown them.