A Depressed Ant

Watching the marching ants, while I wondering their monotonous strife, A weary one left the line, away he walked to a lonesome land. Hands on head with faltering gait, dearth of joy he wandered a bit. There he lied low to the ground, kissing mother earth like a depressed ant. Is he an osculator, mourning on his vacant love? Or he an emulous one, cudgeled by a better brain? A miffed rummager of copious grain, or he repenting on a horrible crime? I pondered on his dreadful distress, longing for the profound stillness. Watching the painful life astir my humanity, finer ways I posit to end his endless tomorrows, From a creative mind, unknown to the quizzical ant, First I gifted a bubble of water, for him to drown in style. But he moved in insolent silence, may be knows the art of swimming! Then I helped him to the edge of the land, for a profane jump to the bottomless deep. A coward, fearing height he retreat, back to the land panting nervy. Later I offered bane of death, but he sniffed and moved away. Then a knot for him to hang, eyeing it he jumped through it. While my drained splendid mind, puzzled by his mocking insolence, Sneering at my humanity, picking a hill on his shoulder, He walked back to the line of labour, leaving me - the foolish human. Life is dancing in the background, on the stage of silent death. Date of Entry : 26/07/2020 Contest : Pareidolia Poetry Contest Sponsor : craig cornish