We Were Worms

We were worms all of us Not quite the food of hawks or eagles Burried in crunchy crust I was the one that walked the beagles Fed the cat Washed the mat And made all the toilets smile I was the one happy with the chance to toil We we worms all of us From Europe all over Our bodies sang in chorus Peeling the apple for hunger We wriggled to the core Bit hard seeds in search of hope Dream drunk and very poor New York was big enough for scope Of everything, except this The cold and frumpy mist. And deep in the heart of it, I heard The cry of the predator bird