Today, from class I was walking
On the phone with my boyfriend,
I was talking,
When between my feet I felt
A squishy, squirmy wormy,
Who's brain, 
I mushed, stomped,
Smashed and smushed, 
amidst the evening rain. 

I cried out "why!?"
For his little brown eye, 
Stared deep into my soul.
It looked so sad, 
Because it was a dad,
To other squirmy wormys 
I couldn't see. 

As I was walking,
Still on the phone, talking 
To my boyfriend,
 who could not see,
The death of the wormy, 
No longer so squirmy,
And I considered 
What is life to be.