careful I was, not to step on the ants
on the trail--a red commando column, carrying crumbs
to their busy mound, on auto pilot
feet from their hidden queen, a felled oak,
infested with termites, gorging themselves
on its dying flesh, a cellulose feast
one day soon, when rain carries workers
off their course, these two industrious species shall meet
and their cryptic *********** will fail
leaving them with the choice of fight or flight;
the former will prevail, for they can run but never hide,
from treachery that comes from so deep inside
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
careful I was, not to step on the ants
on the trail--a red commando column, carrying crumbs
to their busy mound, on auto pilot
feet from their hidden queen, a felled oak,
infested with termites, gorging themselves
on its dying flesh, a cellulose feast
one day soon, when rain carries workers
off their course, these two industrious species shall meet
and their cryptic *********** will fail
leaving them with the choice of fight or flight;
the former will prevail, for they can run but never hide,
from treachery that comes from so deep inside
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