Matt Ullman

Rookie (9-22-1971 / Chicago)

Ode To A Piece Of Worm - Poem by Matt Ullman

I was abandoned once
Through the redemption of time
Wearing a crown of thorns
Clinging to the vine

I tumbled to the earth
Passing fields of wheat
At night I counted the stars
'Til I could rise to my feet

Then I walked around the world
Fell through the universe
As time slowed my heartbeat
To a four-doored Hearse

I was at Nuremberg
For a thousand years
Where eternity stood
In a puddle of fear

And as I came and went
People shouted my name
Like a shotgun blast
At the end of the game

I may be wise
Because I am old
And while I see things others don't
I am still young at soul

So hail to the chiefs
Who stood as granite stone
And watched the world drive by
'Til their people were thrown

From the beginning of time
Right through the end of dawn
I'll still be falling down
Into this life you've won

So hail to the crazy ones
And to the unlucky fish
To those who can have anything
Except that one final wish

And to the piece of worm
Spewing blood unto the earth
That I've staggered upon
At the long, stunned mirror of birth

And to James Dean
Peeling the skin off his fingers
Shoving his hand down my throat


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 7, 2010


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