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Worms
(The Burning Dirty Band)
Garman
It’s time and so departing I placed on my head
a blue hood and earphones to fend off the rain.
Over the course of my travel I saw
the fate of some earthworms that died all too suddenly.
Suddenly the tunnels were washed out.
The buttress had caved in.
They were crawling.
Crawling up to the lighter fortress of sky and water.
Everyone you know will pass
above the dirt or in the grass
and a mud puddle wave won’t let you pass by today.
What I saw in the sunlight
were the dried-up survivors of last nights flooding.
Flooding up on the sidewalk.
Written in gray chalk was a liturgy, liturgy about how the big time happens to every worm.
Justice still keeps a watch over Courthouse Square.
Trust is still a mistake that we made. I swear.
If we only left senseless issues unresolved,
there might be some hope instead of waiting for things to go wrong.