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I heard a Worm cry today

I don’t know

Beneath my solid window sane

In undulating moans of pain

With no possible benefit of gain

I don’t know

‘They’ say worms don’t cry

I don’t know

I wonder why

IF worms don’t cry

How I heard the wail

Riding on the winded gale

I don’t know

I could have been mistaken

I don’t know

I suppose I could be faking

I don’t know

My mind has been more blurred

Stranger things have occurred

I don’t know

A clear sad pitch of such disturbing shrill

I don’t know

Did he die or did he kill

I don’t know

An unmistakable sound of resolve

Who else did the little one involve

Caught up in his unrequited dissolve

I don’t know

In all the world was it he

I don’t know

Who made a sound I could not see

I don’t know

Had I been blind

I would know

More words to say of  how it feels

Groping in a world of spinning wheels

A valiant attempt to conceal

I don’t know

How sacred is their plight

I don’t know

In the middle of the night

I don’t know

When all others close their eyes

As a means to disguise

The futile need to be wise

I don’t know

I heard a worm cry today

The earth shook below the ground

For all the reasons that won’t be found

He moved the universe round and round

I don’t know

I heard a worm cry today