While walking
Clusters of red dots
Appeared in front of my shoes
Diluted by pine needles and dirt
Until more drops broke through
Coming alive, they followed me
Nipping at my ankles
Craving sustenance from their lost body

Those splashes of life beaten out by savages
Splattered to die on the side walk
The thud of bloodied broken knuckles against newly exposed tissue and bone
Echoes through those forgotten red dots


Still crying without being heard
Spilled by the same species
Two hostile beings
Who fought senselessly out in the street
Have forgotten that both left the same life to die on concrete.