SUMMATION

We
Emerge 
Through 
The innards 
Of drenched 
Scarlet, with
A piercing cry
Of an afflicted 
Crow, away 
From clan, 
Rising slowly, 
A flaming ember,
Over the fingers
Of trees

We grow,
We plough 
And web next
To kill and take 
With gluttony
Of the hyena
For food, love 
And wealth
But all 
Too soon 
To retire
As sinking 
Red ball
Behind 
The 
Fingers
Of
Tree