a worm drowning in a sidewalk crack

curled coiled motionless

either resigned to fate or in revolt

a recipient nonetheless

small droplets still flee from the sky

rushing to meet cold concrete

splatting like so many lemmings

on earth remolded

to repel the growth of life

through its crevices

mother earth’s own limbs

bent and broken down

remade to inflict and enflame

entrapping us in our own filth

but the droplets are not deceased

they will return again to the sky

only to continue their freefall

even as our limbs disintegrate

into our scorched earth

we will be remolded

remade

By Kaia Herrin