NaPo 08: 13 April

King Worm

You said: "we can pop them
round the rim, white on red
like stripes, a pole of surfinas
shaved from the wall." I pushed
fingers through humus, broke
knots of the earth between
my strapping palms. One clump
wriggled free of my prayer,
looped as it fell into the bowl
soon to be hoist high above
the world - a new lord
for the kingdom of heaven.