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 rogue ants 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 trek.

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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