Faye Sizemore


There is a bounty
In the hills and plains
In the mountains and valleys
In the cities and the alleys

They become my domain
And I work from moonrise to moonset
All day in the blazing sun
My work is never done

There is famine and hate
There is neglect
Despair and disease
And I savor all of these

I never tire of my chores
So many murders and wars
The morgues and battlefields
Are sources of excellent yields

Each is a favor
Heaped upon my plate
And with delight I gorge
These helpings of endless hate

I am the insatiable worm…