Focus on Frame!
Wet Morning – Janet Frame
Though earthworms are so cunningly contrived
without an opposing north and south wind
to blow the bones of Yes apart from the flesh of No,
yet in speech they are dumbly overturning,
in morning flood they are always drowned.
This morning they are trapped under the apple tree
by rain as wt as washing-day is wet and dry.
An abject way for the resilient anchorage of trees,
The official précis of woman and man,
The mobile pillarbox of history, to die!
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.