“In summer the empire of insects spreads.” -- Adam Zagajewski
It might seem mad to envy any ant:
With its whole life folded into a year
Ruled by a pitiless queen, a peasant;
Driven only by instincts: hunger, fear
But no AI will steal an ant's career
No bills wait to be paid for what it needs
Nothing it does will make scandal's head rear
No one will search Twitter for its misdeeds
Immune from heartbreak, insult and rumor
An ant has no reputation to lose;
No one will seek, with white lies, to humor
A misguided ant, nor ever refuse
A wild proposal it makes, trembling
Without truth, it’s immune to dissembling
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (1)
I wish I was an ant hehehe. Loved your poem!