The Ant Hill
Posted on July 12, 2012 at 10:35 PM
The rose wall is crumbled,
the mound is a skirmish,
the drones and their kin.
The queen, she is fat,
gorged by her fans,
the crowd, mindless,
tunnels through sand.
The temple is fragile,
swollen, and shifting,
doomed, a swift kick,
sends them all drifting.
Dana Lee
