Maggot's Work
I’ll clean this up, assures the maggot.
The voice whispers in my ear as I pick myself up after
a sucker punching shadow grew from my candle.
Standing in a field I continue the work.
I train a sun dog to sit,
I dance with Grendel,
I absolve a murder of crows.
I’ll clean this up, assures the maggot.
The voice whispers in my ear as I pick myself up
after a pleading shadow clawed at my feet.
Standing on a road I continue the work.
I buy a value,
I cheat a mettle detector,
I reflect on a mirror.
I’ll clean this up, assures the maggot.
The voice whispers in my family’s ear as I am lowered
after a light stepped out from the shadow in my eyes.
Lying under a low ceiling I continue the work.
I count the sand of the world,
I hold tight to a moment,
I ask for more.
