Underworld

I refuse to speak
today concerning
golden sunsets
or green surging ocean waves,

Rather 
I choose
to consider
worms.

Red worms, black worms
which wander
within the nether world
of brown sandy soil
interlaced with blindly
groping roots
feeling toward one another
in the dirty dark.

They merge
with moles and 
smaller crawling bits
of multlegged
wonder life.

Their rules are  different;
haters of sun,
with probing proboscis
seeking to surround
the lusious filth
which feeds the fire
of each individual
crawling,
stretching,
wandering,
enveloping,
worm.