The goat

Mom and baby goats

Legs tied together
Sitting in his lap
On a motorbike
Bike stops working
Puts goat on the ground
Still tied
She bangs her head
Trying to get up
I want someone
To do something
No one
I stroke her neck
She calms and quiets
A big man pets her
He unties her
Another man takes her home.
She will be slaughtered today
But why shouldn’t she
Have her last hours be kind
I cried for her
Knowing I had done
What I could

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