Worm Dreaming Imago

On the satellite map,
They appear like tent moth
Caterpillars well-packed

In their subdivisions.
You can almost sense them
Wriggling in the webbing,

The coiled streets of houses
With aspirational,
Wholly misleading names,

Idyllwide, Rowley Downs,
Hidden River. No downs,
No idyll, no river,

Just the chains of houses
Snugged into polygons,
Real places, real suburbs,

Real bedrooms, real people
Coming home each evening
To eat and go to sleep.

To eat and go to sleep.
To eat and go to sleep.
Let us eat. Let us sleep.