Theresa Ann Moore - Maggot

Why did your mommy tuck
You into a bed of yuck?

It is a cradle of disgusting smell
From the rotten bowels of hell.

You seem to be thriving…
New siblings are arriving.

You are little creatures
With squirming features.

You help rid lifeless decay
With your chaotic ballet..

When the feasting is complete
You smile; it was so sweet.

Now you are full-grown…
Ready to fly off on your own.

Soon you will be maggot parent,
Your life cycle is inherent.

Theresa Ann Moore

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