I have a worm bin in my kitchen,
disguised as a colonial chest.
My neighbors think it’s a British antique-
my own vermicomposting jest.
My garden’s beginning right there in my chest
increasing the fertility
of the soil, and they’re turning my organic waste,
into redworm poop and pee.
I tell the neighbors, this comes from my garden,
when I have them over at three.
It’s hot and it’s dark, a quite flavorful lark,
and I call it “Compostia Tea.”