Two young children
With red hearts that bark like street dogs
And lap at the water pooling from the gutter
Wrestling each other to the ground
Digging their teeth into the dirt
Locking into embrace between desperate thrashes
Twisting blood out from the scars
That they had forgotten were there
Worn like a set of skin
One falls limp like a corpse
Making a performance of death
Feigning a last struggle
Content to surrender the meaning
The other pins him to the ground and waits
With drool peeking from their lips
Like a photograph they stand unmoved
Until the other gets up and leaves