ants on a mission

it's a line of black

ants

in the kitchen, an army

of ants marching,

with barrels

of crumbs and sugar

on their

backs.

i want to talk with them,

these soldiers,

tell them

to stop, to show

me where they're going.

no need to work

this hard,

my friends,

i'll personally deliver

whatever you need,

just show me how

you got in.