I got a two-headed worm

He lives inside of my nose

He tells me secrets 'bout the way the world goes

Green-bodied blue-headed worm

Can’t get him off of my mind

His barbs are too well-fixed behind my eyes

[Spoken]

Take, for example, a plant, which by its very nature must lay its roots in the soil

Enacting its will upon the earth below like Moses did the Sea

And, as with plants, one cannot expect to see the soil’s release from its occupancy

By simply lopping off the head of the beast

He sees the things that are too small for my eyes to find

[Spoken]

No… the act must be quick, comprehensive, dealt with brutal integrity

After all, a cockroach can live without its head for weeks, as do a people

Whose delusions of hope have finally fled. In its place a desperate vitality enables them -

With spiracle breath - onwards, upwards, till death or conception of a different world;

One whose mite graze the soil, not inhibit it, reap its bounties but minimize the toll, allowing their seeds

To flourish and grow. Remove the roots, its curse, the spoils of the past, and the last shall be first and the first shall be […]