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
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