Ants






The ants are out in magnitude
Marching in armies
En masse.

They all have their orders and directives
And follow them to the minute
Until they meet an obstacle
Of which they overcome
And then it’s back to business
As usual.

It’s fascinating
To take the time
To watch the ants
Perform their different tasks.

They march back and forth
In a continual line of traffic.
Empty going South
Carrying payload going North.

They don’t stop for anything
Shitting as they proceed along the way.

But the janitor ants keep things clean
And roll the tiny pieces of fecal matter
Into a distinct shape
Forming a question mark.

A message to the gods above.