Tunnel Ant
Six quick legs scurry the dank tunnels.
Where I trek eyes are not needed,
For us, the scents are roadsigns
And I count my paces like mileposts.
Our lives are a secret to most.
A whole world under the earth’s skin.
It is where we slowly move mountains
Right under foot, yet you never know.
We are a machine.
Alone, one part appears as nonsense,
But as a whole you see our designs.
Industrial. Unstoppable.
You may watch from above,
But can you truly understand our ways?
We hide in holes. We hide in numbers.
We shape the earth, yet you never know.
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