No one is really sure what happened

No one is really sure what happened 
in that last poem. Was he or she 
really that nice? That oblivious? 

Or did prey turn destroyer the moment 
the manipulative predators tightened 
the circle at just the inopportune moment, 
some juke, some jaunt, some bold and cruel
and entirely suspect reversal? 

Torn to pieces, all of them! In some grisly
ballet, moving in slow motion as if underwater
and breathing adrenaline? We can't gloat 
or revel in that - it was horrible what happened 
to them, or might have. On the other hand, 

for all we know, it was no act. And 
who was torn apart then? Nobody 

knows. No one 
is really sure