O Happy Worm

O happy worm that of my flesh might eat When after death I lie in deep in the earth My bosom,hands and eyes become your meat You have no sun as you enjoy your feast And none is chosen as we were at birth O happy worm that of my flesh might eat All of us are equal in defeat None are high or low , what are we worth? My brain,my hands,my eyes become worms’ meat In the soil, we rest in comfort sweet Let us all be blessed,God make no curse You made the happy worms who will us eat O remember the deep ash from Auschwitz’ heat The little children killed without Kaddish Those hearts ,those hands, those eyes no worm could eat , Why should we be satisfied by wish When people burn or starve beside our dish O Godly worm that of my flesh might eat Let my very self become your meat