NaPoWriMo Day #4

 Today's prompt: "Write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World."

I took my title from a section on nematodes and ran with it. I've fallen out of practice of writing rhyming poetry, so this was a good challenge.

Worms That Are Unkillable

The worm lies in earth,

Dreaming of rebirth

As the weeds crawl to cover its tomb. 

Years it has burned

with a passionate yearn

to leave the jail of this dark womb.

Small, blind, and white,

It was spat on with spite

And crushed beneath heels to the ground.

It still clings to breath

Growing strength, fighting death—

For it’s better to wait than to drown.

At last, the worm moves.

It pushes and proves

That resolve will always trump soil.

It breaks through the crust,

Rising up from the dust

To return to its life of sweet toil.

Feet will try to crush again.

The seas will churn and churn.

But every dog will have its day,

and every worm its turn.