Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Scene of the Valentine

Undertaker ants
with infinitesimal care
yet hurriedly after me
file across the mesa
of the stepping-stone
toward the crushed
body of the snail
whose shell looks
like a totaled car
the silvery insides
which it spilled
dried to crusty
diamonds in the
sun and all
the ants can do
is chase their
tiny shadows
back and forth
unable to lift it
or to leave

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