meal worms
in the flour
wriggling fat
yellow meal worms
the color of old bones
sticking up
from the ground

they curl
into tight balls
the moment they
hit the sizzling olive oil
with crispy garlic
little hopping old
mucus colored tires

the world is filled
with meal worms
maggots writhing in
the underbelly of hope
snatched and fried
to feed the open maws
of the corpulent masters