Ants
Mortally wounded, a soldier writhes in pain,
crawls bloody on the burnt,
bloodied earth.
From up a crag, a sniper takes aim again
to finish off a task
bereft of mirth.
On the ground, ants lug hefty loads around lumps
of seared soil, singed sand and
torched boulder splinters
to build again and again their anthill crushed
by blood-stained boots of the
slain and the slayers!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2010
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