A worm, it looked up with awe toward the sky
And asked itself the unearthly question why?
After life ,could there be a peaceful death?
Or could it be that on the very final breath
A captive, eternal, beneath a hungry bird- claw
To be absorbed in ghostly heavens aeons more ?
Or feed cruel Harpies for generations there
Then fall once more ,the same again to bear?
Or would the Gods in their wisdom ,mercy show
And repose a humble worm in Hades below ?
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