I used to sweep the floor at the barber shop And then sell the hair to Mr. Atherton Packed by the lug box for a quarter a pop Who fed it to his worms until he was gone
I had not known worms ate human hair before But Mr. Atherton assured me they did And that they would go on to eat a lot more
It was a pretty good living for a kid
Although when I agreed to the position I only thought of life with lots of money Not of the riddle of decomposition
Yet in an ending both tragic and funny And in any case awe-inspiringly weird The worms I fed consumed Mr. Atherton A very strange outcome not thought so not feared
Feeding him to his worms until he was gone Just as he wished I became a magician And I learned his secrets all at once one day
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Love Tinka
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)