Poetry: 1989-1993


Quills

Strength of Will



Ant farm walking within tubes
Hardly larger then shiny black
Limbs triple jointed-scurrying.

Imagine them learning how,
Then opening the trap door
Emerge triumphant, hungering.

Return unnoticed bearing
Fertile Queen
Expand and Conquer!

Lots of ants now
he said.
Hey, what gives.

Pick it up
Start the bath
Pretty bubbles.

They’re
Just
Ants?


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