They All Die
Its August and we have ants.
Traps are strategically placed,
Apparently, they eat the poison
then carry it to other ants
who then all slowly die.
Can't imagine the pain they endure.
This morning I swept them all away.
I hope never to carry death to another,
but all these dead ants
suggest I am just the usual killer.
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