img_9698-3At dusk the ants gather,
seeping from the mouth
come foam and lather
like an stampede of wildebeest
or a native tribe rather

Behind the company
They chant song and dance
Following their leaders
They march in a trance
Resembling a fabled cult
At first glance
With steady eyed focus
The warriors advance

At dusk they gather
and stand before the fire
enduring the blaze
they bravely perspire
and prepare the sacrifice
to throw upon the pyre
eyes fixed on the flames
a victory is dire
after the body burns
exits the great


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