Worms go south,
And worms go south,
And do they move though.
They move, go south, exist; go south, move, exist, do something.
Worms live and do their stuff, as something else asks, something makes them.
Worms fit in.
They fit in, and everything is nice, and that takes in worms.
Everything is nice and that takes in worms.
From Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana: Poems
(Definition Press )
©1957 by Eli Siegel