Transformed

Black-masked marauders, they
excel at savaging their
environment, nothing safe
from their teeth and talons,
stripping and ripping all
they survey, two small but
ferociously wild hooligans,
one forever challenging the
other in a conjoined crusade
to destroy whatever can be
perceived as a device to
contain their enthusiasms
gone amok, leaving a trail
of objects in forlorn disarray
of ruined parts, shredded
with the delight of carnivores
set free to wreak whatever
disasters fall prey to their
impulses. Until relief arrives
as the creatures wild with the
discovery of existence collapse
in a puzzled, weary heap of
self-induced exhaustion,
angelically transformed.