[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2009 21:23:20 -0500
THE ENEMY IS ME
Here we go again,
the annual invasion
of the little black ants.
They come across the border
at the kitchen door,
marching single file across the ceiling
then down the wall to the counter,
there they spread out to search and devour.
One line coming, one line going,
such orderliness, such discipline,
such earnestness and mission.
Such purpose and dedication.
Oh, were my life half so together
as one of these itty-bitty ones.
I have forty thousand times
more brain cells than an ant,
(I looked it up)
and yet I can't
claim to know any more
than they do, considering I
know nothing of what they do.
All I know is that each year at this time
I take a spray bottle
of Ajax Glass Cleaner With Ammonia
and wage chemical warfare.
Wipe them out entirely -- the whole population, no quarter given.
They who only wanted to harvest
a few grams of sugar,
some morsels of this, bits of that,
crumbs that I've left lying on the counter.
Food for the colony, the teensy-weensy babies,
not begged but worked for,
long hours of laborious labor.
I feel bad. I beg forgiveness of God, but after all,
if ants had Ajax Glass Cleaner With Ammonia
I'm sure they'd do the same to me.
in a proverbial heart beat.
Hmmm. What teeny tiny hearts
they must have -- but not so small as mine,
I guess.
Mike Geary
Memphis
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