When the world was worm-luscious,
I took the worm less traveled by
beside the worm chickens.
Let us go then, you and I,
when the worm is spread against the sky.
And now, like am'rous worms of prey,
in the room the worms come and go,
talking of Michaelangelo.
(The Chinese worm and the British worm:
My vegetable worm should grow
vaster than empires and more slow.)
And I have known the worms already, known them all--
The worms that fix you in a formulated phrase.
O my Luve is like a red, red worm,
The yellow worm that rubs its back upon the window panes.
Spit in my face, you worms.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet
Out of the ash I rise with my red hair
and I eat worms like air.
written by: Davina Lee, Emmie Moffitt, Julia Stevens, and Haleigh Swansen