worms

as I descend down this hill
song in my ears, sky above my head
I see three worms stuck to the pavement
suddenly I pity these worms
for there's no dirt underneath their soft slender bodies
no limbs for which to extend their disapparated arms
and soon the sun will eat their trampled corpses

perhaps no one but me took the time to observe their existence
but over on the other side of campus
there are ten more worms
whose days are also short lived
and whose lifeless encasings will soon be stuck to George's shoe
who was too distracted by the road-killed frog
to see them down below