Passing Pain (Or That Telephone Game)

Here's a rather old one. To me this is also about learning as a whole. Maggots are life, and this is the moment of rebirth. I've had others say they see a degradation happening in this poem and well, even though maggot are life they are clearly lesser. I'm not so sure about that, these are my maggots, and they are carrying me to the stars.

What if maggots are little seeds of life?
Thank you for reading :)