1912 - Mulch Ado About Nothing

 

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The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece. 

screams desolate temples bone sparks pit voices follow underworld spiral weave current

Mulch Ado About Nothing.

Do worms scream?

Maybe so.

Rumour has it 

They sing though,

With rich baritone voices

As they weave their way

Through the underworld—

Their temples are the compost pits

Of peels, shells and bones;

Spiralling, twisting, writhing

A pink, tumbling current,

In the sea of mulch and decay.

But no desolate lives for them—

They are both male and female

So, when the sparks of love

Warm their wormy loins,

The coupling that follows

Is doubly satisfying.

Perhaps that is when

They scream.

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