Ants


Wordless beings
made to march and lift,
lift and march.
I carry my dinner
across the deep jungle,
dodging green skyscrapers,
passing vast canyons.
Soldiers march beside me-
Millions of soldiers,
marching,
marching.
My muscles tense
as I march on.
I carry my weight
times twenty.
I am the hulk.
I hear your vibrations
and scurry away.
Bombs from the sky:
smashing,
destroying.
You laugh
a sweet, childlike laugh.

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