Living Spirits, Dead Earth

Down to the empty half, there's still the worm
I drink, hoping down in me, there's correspondence
in my core, I let out my inner umbilical,
wishing I could see how it unwound, where it led, greater of two evils, how much did it bleed and bend?
Some expression fully takes form on the other half, down below
We wonder why they're cannibals, whats left, blood and entrails