The Ant – WIP
March 15, 2008
The black ant is going home
the grain of sugar is heavy
the scent is long lost
and he needs to hunt for it.
Bloodhounds can’t do better
but the queen is waiting
his life has no meaning
it is hers after all.
His fellow ants will greet him
they won’t know his name
his is the life of the worker
he can never admit to pain.
