Here is my attempt!
The Worm Survives
I am a worm, dirt eating
air crawling, I am earth
and heaven’s chewed path
I am a body, each luscious
segment seized by soup,
waters that will not
be parted or breathed
I am a poem, lost
in operatic aria
on sidewalk’s tight,
illusional stones’ gaps,
re-entry impossible
I am a worm exiled
by ghastly flood,
to exaggerate, a request
for self-parody