Poem: Rogue Ants

 

Rogue Ants

 

the rogue ants cry daily

over the excavated ribs of a planet,

 but no flowers come.

 

they scream in packed streets

 but no antenna turns a head.

 

they watch smiles freeze-dried smiles 

swallow their pleas into stainless upscale

refrigerator-cold throats.  

 

they rage against blood money 

while the streets ignore ignore ignore

 or laugh and hurl scorn

 

or ignore ignore ignore …

the rogues call themselves 

lemmings extraordinaire

posh swine who soil pearls

or smug pharisees

 

but it steers not the scuttle

of the masses en marche

cannot impede the ravage 

the rancor the ruthless emptiness

of the hive.

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8/22/25 mods.. not a good poem

2/2/24 mods

7/6 ... lots of changes for POV clarity and concision