Worms Poem by John Rickell
Worms
They wriggle and writhe
in the shade upon a bed of peat.
a humble mattress soft and warm
leaves for sheets, mosses for a pillow;
see them careless in their bliss
two tied in ecstasy
Daphnis and Chloe, dreamed as these
paled in their delight........
No marble halls for these
Humility their daily task
Scorn their sole reward
in the bowels of deep earth
Omnipresent and omnificent.
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5/6/2024 9:18:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this, good one.