Bardian Worms

Thou mighty annelid, thou Shai-Halud of Dune, but on a vastly smaller scale! The spice that thou produce, that marvelous sweet tea, grows gardens hardy, hale indeed. And woe befalls the mite who fails to heed the rumblings of the earth as thou press on, consuming bits of all found in thy path, a broken, fertile ground left in thy wake. To breach the surface, straining into light, to frolic in the morning dew and then to plunge yet deep within the earth again: such is the eyeless life to which thou were consigned, ignoble, under foot, and yet thou art a sturdy tiller toiling on, without complaint, in hardened, crusty earth, part of a plan to make all new again. ————— For the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Mark Toney Written on 04/23/2022