A can of worms is opened,wriggling mass of slimy creatures
intertwined and writhing to a melody
our human ears can't hear. The smell
is musty, of the earth, a dank foreboding
rising that might make a person throw
it down, disgusted and repelled. Worms were
not created for a can, however, and once freed,
unfettered from those artificial walls, they quickly
burrow into soil and do their job quite well.
It's true of any can of worms (or most):
a little light at first is not a pleasant thing,
the odor also notwithstanding, but when
things have settled down, there's life
and growth and air between the layers
that is healthier than keeping all that
complication cooped up in a can.
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