one by one

along the ledge

they carried

and dropped

their dead

into the abiss

through the hazey mist

until they all fell,

dead before they hit

the ground

silently, I returned

and looked around

an army of carpenter ants

scattered all over the floor

I may have won this battle

but they might well win the war



About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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