FALL 2013 (Issue 80)
 

Charles Wyatt

Worms

There are also divers other kinds of worms, which for color and shape alter even as the ground out of which the are got; as the marsh-worm, the tag-tail, the flag-worm, the dockworm. . .  Izaak Walton

Dragons I think these:
marsh-worm color of otter,
eyes full of fog, of glow bug,
but will not fly this creature.
Rather he will leap, his spines rattling.

The tag-tail is blue, a quirk
at the end of the bones he does not have.
He can be lured with a single feather,
even one brown of an owl.
He will come up to you
always from behind.

The flag-worm
is all cadenza – the orchestra in huge pause
behind him, a ruin of bows and one
dropped baton.
Oh he writhes like birdsong.
He is bouquet of worm,
a wind from the wrong woods.

Then dockworm sturdy
fellow miserable to be himself,
but he is fierce as winter,
as the ice he limps upon,
making of its spider-webbing
thunder – he cannot be found
until the fields slump with snow.
Fit through him the sharpest hook.