Black ants have taken
to the streets today
spilling from their homes
inside homes,
hanging by a cloth line,
getting under the skin.
A few are trampled
some are shot
clutching at their hearts,
many are slapped, thrashed
but each leaves its footprints behind
for more crawling feet.
They say when the ants come out
in numbers,
the sky cracks open for the earth.
And when the puny human crawls in
thousands
a naked revolution buttons up.
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