In praise of maggots, those illustrious eaters of the dead I sing.
For while we destroy the earth, they will persist and feed on the crumbs we leave in our greedy wake. The dead forests turned into dead houses. Dead oceans turned into dead human shit. Dead mammals, reptiles, birds, turned into dead dirt. All is life for the maggot, which, in turn, is life for other life and so on.
In praise of maggots patiently redeeming earth’s nightmare of humanity I sing.