Siege Against Ants | A Poem

 

I always hated the way the grass would cut the space between my toes.

The wildflowers never neglected to ask my intentions as I passed by

The giant winged butterfly never took time out of its day to speak a sideways hello

It watched me from it's steady charm of whisper wing billows

And would leap on the dust particles like a fairy in summer low light.

I think all the strawberry plants had a suicide pact,

that's the only way I can explain their dying.

Something snatched plants from their dirt row cradles

and I secretly suspected myself the culprit for sleepwalking

but despite the grass stains on my heels I couldn't really be sure 

Sugar ants politely mocked me with their rancid radio signal broadcasts

and shit pheromones over the laminate flooring

The voice of my head was clogged by monotone days

and I told myself a lie of who I could possibly blame

Turns out he's a skillful saboteur

that bastard me

I contained myself enough to plot only the best laid plans.

I would soon master the art of the perfect spherical tomato

and with extreme prejudice, napalm entire colonies

if it meant the perseverance of mine

Even at the

expense of my own discontented peace