it's easy to be envious of silkworms
they never live half-starved
gluttoned from birth on mulberry
and chlorophyll
potential turning swollen
graced with tenderness for existing
their distended forms
gorgeous or maybe it is their
becoming that is
gorgeous
the worm is only cocooning
what has been
engineered into its body
the body that is the
only thing it has
and after spending two
weeks born into warmth
and boiled out of life
its making is taken
from its turgid self
even still it will never know that
indignity and at least
it is one part of a whole
at least it has glanced
against meaning
i wish i knew what i was
spinning into
that for me ignorance
could also be a comfort
that i could be a silkworm and live
for something material
Visual Credit: David Clode
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