Today, He got the worm.
Today, He soared through
Today, He soared through
endless waves of centuries,
that well-known escape
from the rotten reality
of His fiendish mind
and revolting lips. And we?
We were left with nothing
but the wormhole.
If this were sci-fi, we could
use the wormhole to travel
back and correct the errors
of certain-of-our ways.
But no, that’s unlikely.
To begin with, it’s not
the right variety of wormhole.
And, if it had been
a time portal, He surely would
have foregone his own worm,
to prevent us from bettering
the world by righting his myriad
wrongs. After all, that’s just
the kind of stand-up guy he is.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Michael Vadon (CC BY-SA 2.0)
Photo edited by Hannah Six
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