'The Shapes Dead Worms Make' by Stephen Clarke

For a while now I've noticed
The shapes dead worms make
On my garden path.
I believe they are letters of the alphabet
Random & a little abstract, I grant you,
But letters nonetheless.

I checked with the kids first,
Even though I know they have little facility
For such subtle mischief.
All they told me was that they'd done worms
In biology & as far as they knew
Even live ones can't spell.

I am writing this down because this morning
I found a definite dead worm letter 'S'
By the porch step. Not too unusual in itself,
I know, but half way down the path I found a letter 'O'
By the front gate there was another letter 'S'
Just outside my front gate a dead worm question mark.

My mind has cogitated all day
About the possible significance of this phenomenon.
Does Nature/Mother Earth have a consciouness?
Could it be, & I hesitate to commit this thought
To paper, that I am in receipt of a message
From God?

I am perplexed. I understand the need
For a code (God would not want to waste more worms
Than necessary). But what does it mean?
Why choose me? As an adviser to the secretary
For the minister of the environment
I have precious little power.