Most Peculiar

I came into a park to sit & sun
And found a man
With most peculiar gun

He moved his gun
Like a blindman would his cane
And swayed it across the grass

At once he stopped and
With his little knife
He poked the ground

But I could not tolerate
One more thrust to my heart

I screamed

"Help, a man is killing the grass!"

But no one came
To see my blood & tears, alas!