They square up,
circling like worn dogs
constrained by the criminals
that taught them might
over compassion.
One will slip and one will fall,
though whether they be the same
only raw drive shall display.
The snarling jaws encrusted
with spittle,
gnashing and baring, daring
the initial launch to destruction,
while braying mobs crowd
clutching poisonous paper,
demanding retribution.