A Mountain Maggot
'Mountain Maggot, The' [poem]. This seventy-eight-stanza poem by Wilfred the Wordsmith is regarded as the acme of Zamonian organic verse.
'Mountain Maggot, The' [poem] [cont.]. Wilfred puts himself in the place of a Mountain Maggot and gives a highly detailed account of its laborious journey through ferruginous rock. In the final verse he makes the Maggot find its way out into the open air and thereby lends meaning to its seemingly pointless endeavors. This suggests that the poet intended his rhyming quatrains to be a hymn to a hard-working life and its underlying purpose.
Parts of the PoemEdit
Give way it must, that iron wall,
and let me through it climb.
I cannot stop to eat it all,
I never have the time.
I bore holes with my fiery breath,
digest the iron with ease
and chew it with my stainless teeth
as if it were but cheese.
Away, you Troglotrolls! You'd best
steer clear of me. Begone!
Although I never pause to rest
my work is never done.
First right and second left - hurray,
it's easy to remember.
If only I can find the way
I'll get out by December.
The wall of metal melts, and there
a hole comes into sight
I feel a gentle breath of air
and through the gap streams light