Anthill by Lily Holcomb

Water pours onto an ant pile

they run, scream, drown, die

the chaos

Do you see them?

Do you see it?

 

You are the ants

 

The one who hides when

the storm comes to wash it all away,

when the earth shakes and the world crumbles,

when the air twists, pulling up the roots.

 

Man controls the river

         the forest

         the fire

Man controls the very land you walk on

but

Man doesn’t control hurricanes

nor earthquakes nor tornadoes

nor any force of nature

 

You scream at the world to bend to your will

and it trembles at your voice

But the world screams back

and if you aren’t careful you will be deafened by it.

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