it’s harder to crush ants
these days
wiping out their rank & file
from sill to slop
paper toweling, oh. . .
how many?
a hundred?
two?
without really
considering the kill. . .
without eyeballing
their collectivism
–an observation requiring
readers few retrieve—
that community unity breaks down
divided by even an inch
let alone 6
(metric measure included)
and their sense of direction
is masked
under blasts
of Raid
. . .
more than just an expression,
their back & forth
with crumbs
from counter
–heady booty indeed—
is a
total team effort
(and no doubt, hard labor)
a reward
that leaves me
undiminished.
it’s harder to kill ants
these days,
–at loose ends–
the magnification
of such an act
is
unavoidable.
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