ants
you brave pyramid-builders,
it seems you ask to be crushed, your bodies
are so fragile, yet you continuously rise
above the surface, above cracks of pavement, above
even us.
we live separate lives from you, and with apathy
we rejoice in your downfall;
we kings of destruction,
crushing your cities
yearning only to feel
closer to god
you have no feeling, and yet
you perservere: with each anthill you rise above,
no matter how many sneakers
topple your pyramids, you stubbornly continue
on, we sigh at your bravado, wishing we could
live apart
& yet
maybe you wish, just once, we would see you as ourselves
crouch down to your level and watch
as you bring our unwanted crumbs to your hungry families,
we are not so different, you & I,
we both want the same things
keep building up your castles, never stop dreaming,
colonize in the most bothersome of places- give us a glimpse
into the monotony of your complex lifestyles. maybe this time
we will listen. maybe this time
we will hear your humble cries and
grant you life.