As a worm on the sidewalk, dancing from the rain
Of last month's beguiling, a trickery of the crane;
It writhes in contention of contortionist views
That smoulder from the rays and the patience of the dew.

I thought it was necessity that forced them through cracks
To feed the young birdlings;
Or, engendered to lack,
The repetoire of the feminine
Or the cunning of the masculine;
Confusion runs shallow when
Genitals aren't hallowed.

One droplet was held in the highest of views
When it could bloom the cell with no salt to its pinch;
Now, anemic and fragile and stressed,
Its tonicity furthered into duress,
The end of the month is the wreck of the day
That started the concept called, "Have Merry May!"