I am the earthworm
Lord of the Underworld;
you hardly think of me
except perhaps as angleworm
I give the earth nitrogen
phosphates and potash;
and the soil is rich for
all my muscular contractions
I create passages for air
and water;
and by sheer power of my burrowing
I bring all these together
and if you think
I’m just tube
and mucus that I secrete,
sweetheart,
wait till you come
to the earth
for I’ll break you down
and convert you
into humus and casts
O, I am the earthworm
Lord of the Underworld;
you hardly think of me
except perhaps as angleworm
so when are you coming,
sweetmeat,
when are you coming
down to earth?
'so when are you coming, sweetmeat, when are you coming down to earth? ' Coming soon. Nice idea is here. Nice poem.
A bit of a morbid call on the part of the humble earthworm...but an interesting and educative piece 10
lovely science poetry philosophy...everything in that piece...i take it into my favs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful cognitive metaphor: ''O, I am the earthworm Lord of the Underworld; '' and a wonderful simile: ''you hardly think of me except perhaps as angleworm'' of an extremely realistic poem....10