Friday, January 26, 2007


In Memoriam - Maury

I befriended an ant one hot, dry, Saturday afternoon
baked in Pueblo, Colorado
I watched him so closely, fascinated
as he sat up, balancing on two fragile splayed legs and rotated his proboscis

Athletically he covered the cardboard-edge terrain that I held aloft before my observing eyes
an impossible height to him

I flicked him on my futon mattress, my place of peaceful rest
I mercilessly manipulated his incredible little life
I raced him before me over and over as I studied his amazing little intricacies
how the legs received commands from the tiniest of brains

Red and orange with a black bulbous rear
pincers for a mouth
I imagined all that he might eat
crumbs, other wonderfully detailed insects
I thought about the constant murderous predation of all life

Wonder unexpectedly turned to a barbaric urge-
I hit the ant as he scurried along his way, my pen cap crashing on him
as an asteroid falling to earth would

Pinned beneath the overhead impact of the black plastic pen cap and the soft futon mattress beneath
his panic evident not by his expression
but by the blurring, rapid motion of his thinnest of twig legs
The Distress Of The Ant
while fleeing, again the pen cap came crashing close
then directly hit, and hit again, and missed, then hit, then missed
another miss, then a hit, then another, and another...

I unceremoniously beat my ant friend to death
his curled corpse and I were close together
both of us suffering in the consequence of my decision to murder
The irreversibility of my actions


Unruly Jets Fan said...

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I got kicked in the nuts
And so did you

Anonymous said...

Poor ant. I only kill ants that are in my house now. After I got a dog I feel sorry for almost every animal/insect I see that is dead or roadkill or whatever. It's annoying. There are two exceptions: silverfish and mosquitos. If I had time and if they cared, I would make it my life's work to torture and eradicate their kind. I hope one day OFF comes up with a spray and/or candle that actually keeps mosquitos away. For some reason, my blood tastes like Ben and Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Ice Cream to them. (I say that because it is the best B and J flavor ever).

The Overfloater said...

Move to Denver. Mosquitos went extinct with the mammoth. The mountains have them but not in Denver. No bugs at all really, too dry.