After Jenny George
All the worms are dying.
The sidewalk is littered with them
squirming their last breaths away.
Birds wait in the branches above, sick
with their anticipation.
A waiting bird isn’t always a vulture,
but it is always hungry.
A dying worm doesn’t care
about the difference;
it gets eaten all the same.
From the poet:
This work is inspired by Jenny George’s poem “Eclipse”, which appears in her poetry collection After Image.
Poetry, by Julia Abcug.
I am a graduate from the University of Richmond with majors in English, Creative Writing, and Classical Civilization, as well as a minor in Art History. My work has been published in The Messenger, Astigmatism, Take a Bite, and Aphrodisia Journal.
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