Well rested peace now rests in peace
With calm content. A sleeve of dirt
Remains the rest of flesh as feast
For worms far more alive, alert
To less than me. I do not sleep
But I do rest in arms above the Earth.
by Evan Wilson
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My body, on which these worms feed, is, now that it is dead, less than me.
Oh boy. I didn't pick up on that meaning. I was thinking that you were spiritually alive and thus more alert to true reality than physically living worms.
I know this is poetry but aren't you bending things a little too much by not making some punctuation after "Remains" or at least adding the word "and" after it? I know it is the first word of the line but it is the end of a thought - unless I am again reading it wrong.
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