The Sidewalk By The Church

It rains. I take great pains to take away
The worms from the pavement, the cold seeps through
My scalp. The skies eyes have broken today
In sorrow. The worms know not what they do.
My fingers peel their bodies from the ground
Antagonized by weight of feet and wheel,
Returned to grass where life is likely found.
To their smallness surely rain seems surreal.
The drops surround us, rising to our heads.
Clouds breathe down their grief, collapses my spine,
The worms escape my hands back to their beds.
Unnatural end with life now unalign.
I leave them saved from death so sure to be,
Hoping someone will do the same for me.

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