i got ants in my pants

the ants
are steady at their
job.
each lifting
ten times their
weight
over their heads
carrying
out the sugar
that you
spilled.
they march
wordlessly
in a long line,
ignoring your
giant presence.
they seem fatalistic
these ants.
they have no
defense against
you stepping
on them, or pulling
out the bug
spray from under
the sink.
they don't care.
go ahead, we'll
make more ants.
it's all about
getting these sugar
granules off
the floor and out
the tiny little
hole they came in.
you put some
music on for them.
james brown singing
his classic
I got ants in my pants.
a wild and crazy
song he put
out in the early
60's.
the ants don't seem
to care at all
about this either.
you see no jiggling
in their hind parts,
no wiggling
of their antennae.
james brown means
nothing to them.
you get the broom.