Worms Are The Christ Of Small Children Poem by Max Reif
Worms Are The Christ Of Small Children
Worms are the Christ
of small children,
who love to pull
fat, wriggling things
from dark earth.
They walk about
with the creature
in an outstretched palm.
'He likes me! ' one child
marvels with wide eyes.
Petting the worm,
they don't notice
it's moving less and less,
Or they leave it
in the 'worm-box'
without soil,
carrying the box
around by the handle,
explaining the worm's inertness:
'He must be taking a nap.'
I like your surprising image and the realistic, concrete language that describes the child's relationship to the worm. The first line forces one to reconsider the remainder of the poem in terms of the question 'how are worms like Christ? '
wow, interesting and very very original! I am in some shock. I totally love the idea and the non-conformism in which it is written! well done! ~~Elya Thorn~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 10:20:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the title/first line. You capture the innocence, wonder, and twists of a child's mind and there's also this ominous edge... Captivating write.