the little ant hill is pooping out more piles of sand

piling little grains of metals high into the sky

they shine immaculately in the sunshine

as the rows of workers stream through the citys’ veins



they carry their plump, white babies

nurtured through larval state to maturity

the work continues tirelessly, ceaselessly

over green hills and through forests



over land and around the suburbs

families sit in their homes around television sets

the hills of little grains pile higher and higher

their antennae turn upward and sense the setting sun



night falls and the work is paused

the night beasts move around the piles of grain

the structure collapses and the residents scatter

rain begins and the flood is upon



the little ant hill is pooping out more piles of sand

piling little grains of metals high into the sky

shining brilliantly in the sun

the colony remains



**originally posted on my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com/ on May 24, 2014