An Elegy

by November 21, 2023 0 comments

I view two carcasses lying in a murky blot.
Despite many wars,
I never get used to the sight of death.
I wonder why they so readily embrace perdition
just to lick the diluted traces of our food
on this very busy washstand.

We tread on them
and they march in files
with indifference,
never heeding gigantic footprints,
or the steps of those who crush them to feel
their greatness.

editors note:

Their ant-ics are unnoticed until irritating in some way. – mh clay

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