In cold blood the worm attacked the earth
Dimming her light and allaying her traffic
'The swift worm has defiled the square-
'All to your tents' the master voice barks
The square abandoned, the tents filled
But the bread and broth in the square lay
Munchies, the only harm of its absence
From their tents the holy voices warns-
Fathoming the doom of the unwise
That the end is not near but here
That the pestilence worm signals end
''It is written'' validates their warning
The pestilence worm feeds on the earth
Piercing and sucking her juicy juice
Who shall Worm the earth?
The famished earth rants
The earth shall worm the earth!
The resurgent earth boldly accedes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Image-laden and engaging as well!