his job

it was nothing for
Benito our house keeper to
pick up the litter
of new born
kittens still cloaked
in blood
and toss them into
a burlap bag.

he'd walk them to the
the Mediterranean Sea
and drop the bag
into the cold green water
until the job was done.

no words. no remorse.

it was the way chosen
to the keep the world
at bay. it was his job
among many.