The Agony of the Worms

The Agony of the Worms

the pre-dawn drizzle dewed heavy today calling us all out to play and in the dark green grass rejoice in our collective silent voice for the life we hold so dear and it's loss we all dreadfear but for an earthly morning moment tiny with flowers fragrant and wild with the first sharp light of a golden dawn sprinkling rainbows in dew drops across the lawn we banished all fear all sense all caution intoxicated by the orgiastic notion that here and now was forever more and finally the weather is turned and the age of the worm is returned so across the pavements of the human aglisten with crystal pebbles by the billion and every here is glorious moist in bitsy puddles collecting early morning mirrored dapples which beckon us further in delight so as to forget the sun was not moonlight and as it rose relentless in the farflung sky the dew rose as mist as we did in worship cry a prayer that we all could make the other side of the human roads before we get dried in the hellish glare of the day suntime and in our voiceless voice we mime the agony of our hopeless fate because now the birds think it's great the deadly sun has dried the day leaving us dreadfully out of the way of safety in any way the birds win the day as the crow calls in the banshee who plucks at will the lives of so many and the worst of it all begins as the humans appear like jinns crushing us flat underfoot without even a second look