The Poet Speaks of Madness

The poet speaks of madness--madness similar to what? What was spoken before this silly syllabus? Each ant, lifting and carrying, adds bundles of dried and curled rose petals to the soup simmerings. Now, each ant stomps rose petals into a silken gown, as if one could insult a shimmering insect. The poet further sings of madness, high pitched at times, then sliding an octave lower for suspense. The ants love to nap on rose petals, dreaming of rose scents which they store in their sinuses. Rose petal soup simmers in ant kitchens calming an parents and poets--driving ant babies senseless. The madcap poet imagines herself simmering, relaxing in a fragrant kitchen full of ants.