Ants
Frothing from crevices of a sun slapped street
They emerge as a single throb.
Like black pieces of polished stone
Shimmering, dazzling under the mid day sun
Honing in on a dropped sweet
Like third world children who wait
All week for the food drop
The moment arises,
Like oil hugging the bare walls of the metal scalp
They surround it suffocating until it no more can gasp
Such chaotic order as they dart and dash
Between the feet of rushing giants.
Those that cannot dodge the looming shadows
Accept their fate without fuss,
Twitching their little limbs
Like babies who’ve discovered
The majesty of feet
Life-less souls litter the massive world beneath
Etched into the grey slab of uneven rock
Creatures no more.
Beneath these concrete slabs
Lies the intricacy of their walkways,
An endless labyrinth of twists and turns
Dank and dark, humming with movement.
Here the magic begins
A world of barbaric proportions
A world of secrets
And a world where all become one.
Friend,nice piece please,dön't cease To pasting such animal piece. I love it,cudos.
Ants - excellent penning.
The smallest of subjects but oh such an impressive picture os ant-ridden moments around a "dropped sweet". Potent with tensions this superb verse had my attention throughout. Excellent work as usual Vince. Bookmarked.
Such a great write, I love to observe these creatures, you've managed to describe them so good...much enjoyed.