Killing the Earth, and Earthworm

An earthworm formed the coastline of this aged village
A long creature that shapes its body for the land’s curves
That is yesterday’s innocence named village, today’s town;
Still earthworm remains, but the ships that have arrived
From the distant land where there are no worms of desire
Far along the shore put their anchor right in the middle of-
The earthworm’s long gut, an almost empty lone hut,
Where a poor ploughman’s wife and children starve
But that is habit for them, the cock to the hen that fed-
On earthworms had once joked that hunger is a hobby.
The anchor cuts the worm into two, but life only diverges
The anger of the ship’s captain is all at this new growth
Two from one, thus four from two and it goes on and on
Now it is not an earthworm, but many forming the line
But that captain in his rage has pulled the anchor up
Has turned it upside down, and with that blunt top
Started pressing hard on the earthworms’ woe-heads
If you set aside these deprived beings to be crushed
Then tomorrow’s dawn will witness no worm round,
Town will be called a graveyard by the new landowners.