will crawl up out of all
these little ant-heaps
all these tiny ants scrambling
like drops of rain
drawn back up into
one ominous brown cloud
gross with thorny legs
moving at great speed
toward our homes
and streets crushing
trucks and scattering
the ant-like people
whose distant screams
float out over the calm
ocean of evening
like rags of pollen grain
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