Doctor: Everyone always thinks about the convict,

I think.

That’s what I think these sterile walls are trying to tell me.

“Enjoy tonight,” they say,

A silent night filled with visions of his last visions.

I think I think too much.

Right now all that matters is finding the right needle,

Filling it with the right injection,

Keeping a steady hand.

Find, fill, keep.

(and to the needle) Yes, everyone thinks about the convict only,

But it’s not in my place to be concerned with that.

My job is to play the white-garbed silent,

The silent diabolus ex machina

silencing a pravus scelestus.

Evolution, adaptation, Darwinism,

Survival of the fittest,

Genetic inheritance,

Social equilibrium,

Hippocrates’ Oath…

Needle: Something, to be sure.