Ant Hill

Ant Hill

Reflexively, my large foot strikes
down mercilessly on the ant--

Hill rising in the orderly sandy
border of patio stone and 

Snuffs it into oblivion. The
survivors nearby or the less

Fortunate ones who received
direct impact or will soon 

Suffocate in the tunnels, what
harm was in their living, other   

Than my desire to exercise power
and domination I knew that 

I already had--to lay waste
on the vulnerable, the unprotected. 

These bodies, these lives, who
have equal purchase to this  

World and who live on crumbs, 
will carry their dead home.  

Bodies piled upon bodies
to another mass grave.

Author: Tom Lagasse

Photo: Guillaume de Germain on Unsplash