("Macabre" here, meaning: 1. gruesome and horrifying; ghastly; horrible.)
This week's assignment was to write about details. I didn't. HA! Stick it to the man.
(For why I'm writing poems, go here)
Burdens
My face too large.
Their bodies too small.
My face against the ground.
Their bodies running in circles.
Me.
Them.
Human.
Ants.
I watch.
They carry the bodies of their fallen friends.
I wonder.
They set one down and pick another one up.
I say, “It’s time to let them go.”
They say, “It’s time for you too.”
It's kind of shaped like an ant head/neck/shoulders...weird and unplanned. I'M NOT CRAZY!!
This week's assignment was to write about details. I didn't. HA! Stick it to the man.
(For why I'm writing poems, go here)
Burdens
My face too large.
Their bodies too small.
My face against the ground.
Their bodies running in circles.
Me.
Them.
Human.
Ants.
I watch.
They carry the bodies of their fallen friends.
I wonder.
They set one down and pick another one up.
I say, “It’s time to let them go.”
They say, “It’s time for you too.”
It's kind of shaped like an ant head/neck/shoulders...weird and unplanned. I'M NOT CRAZY!!
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