If it walks like apocalypse: Dennis Lee's Testament

This morning I awoke to some heavy rhymes. I caught only the last two lines:


And we plan about snacks and not washing our hands/

And the letter J. and he understands.


The he, in this instance, is a worm: my partner was reading Dennis Lee’s Garbage Delight to our 8 month-old twins. I did not grow up on Alligator Pie and Garbage Delight. My first encounter with Dennis Lee was his Civil