The ANT and IT
Scowls, frowns, frump; Mope, shuffle, slump
The ants are up; The line has formed; The food is coming home
Hark! A Limber gait; A smiling face; Is fathomed through the maze; But bittersweet is such a sight; Soon to succumb to blight
Pernicious, insidious in its bite, it soon erodes the spirit life And, as it gropes for future space; A fatality surges into sight; Denuding the spring flower once so bright.
Facade replaces heartfelt joy, futility fading hope; Rote plodding, the springy trot; Monotone, the cheerful throat; Fear, unrestrained pursuit; Conformity silences the rebel yell; the ort preceeds along the trail; The scene is blurred, the dots obscured
A line surrogate for a thousand beings; The lines the it that kills the ant. Without the ant, the it is not
The ants the it
The its the ant.
JD Felsen, 1975