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.