Un Petit Morceau de Poesie

Directionally,
He's on the up and up...
Keep it on the down low
Lowly
Like the worms in the ground
Piling filth into mounds
For to be found by the birds
For the birds
Idiomatically
Thematically
There's a motif--
To rise from the ashes like a thief
Escaping the smoke in a field
Using her body as a shield
In too deep--
As deep as the shovel goes
To raise those worms from the musty throes
Of their dank mausoleum.