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Some Ants Never Sleep - August 12, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Aug 11, 2024
  • 1 min read

I call it meat mining when they

draw and quarter a dead roach

lift their meaty haul on spindly legs

and lug it back to the communal

dining hall for breakfast

 

later perhaps a cheap cherry pie

will be found on the ground

in gooey red and frosted pieces

and taken underground for

a late afternoon dessert

 

at night who knows what they do

but I bet there’s a group that drinks

from dropped beer cans  staggers off  

misses the next shift and shows up

next morning not remembering much

 

except they were with friends

lying on their backs

watching the moon waddle across

the sky and rolling in laughter

 
 
 

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