Eulogy for the Lesser

There is a kingdom underneath the earth

Where winter worms go frolicking about

And wait again for spring: the world’s rebirth

And hearing spring’s first rain at last come out.

They rear their mighty heads above the grass

They drink the dew drops fresh upon the ground

They wait for sun when thunderclouds have passed

They wander through the wilderness around.

And there they find the pavement soft as steel

The deadly sun and robins quick to grab

They find the car, the bike, the bus, the heel

They find harsh rocks that bruise and scrape and stab.

And so it is and so shall ever be

And for those worms is naught but eulogy.