ants

ant(s)
ants
millions of ants
billions of ants
searching for a source of the protein
in the corridors of our collective conscience
only they know the way
from one hole to another

only they know the place
the queen’s chamber
where the queen lays her eggs
those white sticky eggs
containing more ants
more protein

blind
in the darkness of our collective conscience
they make more corridors
until it looks like a rotten cheese
they don’t believe in God
they don’t believe in Love
they don’t believe in God’s Love
they don’t believe
they’re making corridors
eating through the matter

then
we kill those ants
in the world war
hoping to get the new cheese
w/o holes & corridors
we get the new cheese

but soon enough
ants(s) come

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