Poem about Seeing Two Small Kids Get Mauled by a Dog

"Helpless" I turn the corner, noticing two children ahead of me Blue and red caps shifting in conversation Sun gazing upon them like a spotlight Passing glimpse evolving to a gape As the beast dashes towards them Its mouth unbolted, a mass of froth and daggers They never saw it coming The bigger one shields his brother with stiff arms As it pounces like a tiger onto a gazelle My jaw slumps as they tumble …

…thrashing rhythm to screams A machine, bent on their destruction Out of a pickup, they are delivered a knight Wielding a tire iron as his mighty sword Pummeling the beast, drawing the crosshairs to himself It tears the stuffing from his limb Exchanging thrashes for blows While brothers lie shocked, doused in red The death grips begins to fade As the machine loses its power And the Knight's iron cross collapses to the wet floor