Emberyonic

You were all always hungry,
And you were all always food.
Something is eating you now,

But it’s often hard to tell
If that’s your hunger gnawing
At you to eat something else.

Little lives eat bigger ones.
There’s a churning in your guts.
Infants consume their mothers

Who just want to eat them up.
Where does this hunger come from,
This hearth that gets up and runs

In search of better kindling
While devouring its own coals?