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Kelsey Hancock wrote this poem as a "parallel" poem to William Blake's poem "The Tyger" for her english class with The Potter's School.


The Maggot

The maggot, the maggot, small and white

Crawling around in the night

What mortal piece of food rested,

Will next by thou be infested? 

And in what near dirt or meat,

Will I see thou without feet?

And what sort of body hath thou got

That all thou liveth in is rot? 

And without shoulders, and without art,

Dost thou even have a heart?

And if thou hast a heart like most,

Why did God make thou so gross? 

What kind of anger? What kind of pain,

Was God in while He made thine brain?

And what the sorrow, what the hurt,

Made Him put thou in the dirt? 

When the flies buzzed round our head,

Or flew into our nose instead:

Did He smile his work to see?

Did He who made the bird make thee? 

The maggot, the maggot, small and white

Crawling around in the night

What mortal piece of food rested,

Will next by thou be infested? 

 

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