It’s a pen-marked release

A kitten born of beast

At least the teeth remain the same

When the feline starts to feast

To make growth out of yeast

You provide the bread some heat

And beat it into shape

And wait for it to sleep

Nuzzle shape into a sheet

A fallen colosseum

Marked ruins we create

Knife wounds return to dust

And soon dissipate

But when the trees return to earth

On the rubble, when they perch

We remember what was best

In remembrance of the worst

So when the blood bursts

And the tears start to boil

The marks humans bear

Are of triumph on our toils

Let our hearts be springs

Let the pain be a coil

Because if the scars are of pain

Than our life is a grand foil