Th’ live-with-today litany of loquacious lunacy is
no elegy to the stars, ants maybe - and they are
well ahead in that race; but there’s a need to be
balanced instead of hunched in the trenches, an
assurance we see more than woods for trees - if
you get the drift, and move easy with the breeze
even if there isn’t a zephyr to speak of lifting our
spirits from ant-infested dungeons of despair
But we’ll give ‘em credit for being discrete - they
admit they’re there but not in bludgeoning doors
to pieces seeking tidbits; what’s more they don’t
bite or infest - simply swarm and carry th’ goods
away t’ wherever - besting as such our attempts
at trying keep the place clean of temptation
But a greater burden to understand is in seeing
th’ clan carrying away corpses of their brethren;
whichever way you interpret the act there’s that
obvious connect we can wax effusively on, & in
terms of our own creed, doff a hat, or napkin, to
its efficacy in keeping their need under wraps
© 16 March 2017, I. D. Carswell
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