Paths of Worms
I have crossed paths with worms
after summer rainstorms
suddenly finding themselves stranded
mid-exodus towards the distant oasis
where cement meets sod.
In these moments,
I am God.
The fury of my will leaves these worms
dehydration, taking it’s course.
Due times creates crispy flesh.
So many lost souls
journey, from one world to the next.
The first worm on the moon,
the first human on the front lawn.
In these moments
there is no God.
The loss of worms does not concern me.
I am more concerned
with the race I am losing against time.
A loss of faith,
No god will stop to usher me to grassy safety.
just as I, God, did not stop for worms.
This cement patio is rather warm,
where the sun shines.
after summer rainstorms
suddenly finding themselves stranded
mid-exodus towards the distant oasis
where cement meets sod.
In these moments,
I am God.
The fury of my will leaves these worms
dehydration, taking it’s course.
Due times creates crispy flesh.
So many lost souls
journey, from one world to the next.
The first worm on the moon,
the first human on the front lawn.
In these moments
there is no God.
The loss of worms does not concern me.
I am more concerned
with the race I am losing against time.
A loss of faith,
No god will stop to usher me to grassy safety.
just as I, God, did not stop for worms.
This cement patio is rather warm,
where the sun shines.