Killing Ants

Ants are known to be industrious, Bustling about the anthill In lines and arcs and freeform patterns, Intent on some important insect mission, Minding their own business, thank you. Of course, sometimes ants have to be exterminated If they’re likely to bite a small child, Or interrupting the flow of one’s flower bed, Or just plain in the way. After all, they’re only bugs, Small and inconsequential and expendable. Occasionally, small rough and tumble boys, Full of bravado and challenging each other, Will desecrate an anthill recklessly Just for sport… And to see the ants run frantically In response to the destruction of their entire world At the whim of a dirty-sneakered foot. They look so small from up above Scurrying about like ants Tiny and insignificant from the height Of a skyscraper, or a ski lift, Or the windshield of a fighter pilot’s plane. Tiny, and in the way Because, as we all know, Sometimes ants have to be exterminated.