Earthworm, 5 years old in Cameron Highlands

Poetry idea

i sing to the worm in my own way

as it squirms its multiple ends—it is sliced—a tragedy!
but no, aren't we told that a worm grows again as it gets cut into pieces?

that each segment screams in gratitude as the pain

sears their being? They go forth to fulfil multiple destinies

going down roads they had no chance to go down before

A segment drowns in the cool stream yonder.

Another rises and hangs itself on a tree.

One stays rooted on the pavement, in wondrous awe of its freedom

to hear my song of enlightenment

before

here's the finality of the splat

i sing to the worm in my own way

as it squirms its multiple ends—it is sliced—a tragedy!

but no, weren't we told that a worm grows

again as it gets cut into pieces?

that each segment screams~

gratitude as the pain

sears their being? they go forth to fulfil

multiple destinies travelling roads

they had no chance to inch down before

a segment slips and drowns in the cool stream ahead.

another rises and hangs itself on the thorns of the hibiscus.

one stays rooted on the pavement, in wondrous awe of its freedom

to hear my song of Enlightenment

before it

here's the finality of a squish—

kemasminda