I can feel the world about to fall off the edge of a precipice. The hermit crab makes its home in a plastic doll’s head. The swan has gathered grocery sacks as nest to lay her empty eggs. An orca carried her dead calf above the waterline for seventeen days because her grief is deeper than the Pacific. I know you don’t want this poem void of dancing bears and circuses. You want cotton candy, train rides around the zoological park. You want elephant rides, carnival tunes, dogs who never bite or bark. Originally published in silence, by The University of Canberra’s International Vice-Chancellor’s Poetry Prize, 2019.