My Pet Tapeworm

I judged it to be flatulence,

but it was your wriggling nonsense

which made me spill my guts

O slithering interrogator

Tell me please, will it be better

if I follow the prescription letter

and you’ll die sitting on stool

O fatal hazard

What was that sound I heard!

Did you cross the dimension, bird

from small to large, your evolution

O Darwinian finch

Not marked with a meter or inch

the name-defying body you cinch

trawling in darkness, forever in motion

O Flying Dutchman

I should long for the happy omen

your last ride, tangled and swollen

into the ceramic black hole

O cosmic serpent

But no, I do not wish to repent

For all the time we have spent

you know my deepest secret

O brilliant surveyor

It feels like my last prayer

In this temple, we both share

which you entered and squatted

with no rent and made me knotted

Or, that must’ve been the doctor’s humor

which later turned into a tumor

They said it can’t be cured

All those rays I barely endured

This might go down in the history

as a man who went on a trajectory

from fear of dying to profound acceptance

and came to love his mythic acquaintance

All I can, now, do is name you in my will

But won’t that be against your will?

for when I rest, you rest

and when I breathe my last, you will do your best

to stay alive, but, remember you’re a parasite

you will wriggle with all your might

push and poke the walls in vain

I shall grin and bear the pain

For even though, I could never found you

I built all my hopes around you

As our togetherness comes to an end

I’ll always remember you, my secret friend.