And as
Each area of grass
Becomes clear-

Each leaf cut and
Carried to the nest-

I interfere and poke
With a stick the
Stacks and

Out spill the
Myriad ants
In orange

Or black

Each arched
With egg
And

Marching in
Columns to set up-
Once again

A home for Queen-
Soldiers patrolling
And castles of

Sand arising-

Falling...