Making a Poem

If you are reading this post, it is because I have been successful and there is a poem down below. If not, well, then you wouldn't be reading this.

Burning blood
Streaming down
Her face:

In rivers
And creeks;
The screams,
The shrieks.

Blood and bone;
No one's home.
Twisted,
Scarred,
And burnt.

Sacrificed by man
So he can live.