TANTRUM

Someone's child lies on the floor,

Kicking and screaming.

It's a dirty floor,

A department store floor, and

This bundle of boy,

Caught

In his throes of misery,

Bangs his head   pounds his fists,

His voice becoming more and more

Hoarse

As he continues unabated,

Desperate for solace.

Somewhere along this day he

Has lost a shoe, for which

His mom,

Pale and weary,

Searches,

And the onlookers

Look away.