I rescued an ant from ant-lion today. It felt good.
I found her.
head nosed deep in death
lying diagonal in a hollow cone of earth.
I saw her.
legs shaking, gasping for freedom
Every limb in her body vibrating with terror.
The monster, the underground lion
With his jaws conveniently locked in her throat,
A smile on his face, a surge of joy in his abdomen
digesting the hunger: In preparation for an ant-meal.
I couldn't stand the sight.
I stopped, stooped down with a stick in my palm and,
plucked her out of the starved mandibles of the monster
She ran off, in a traumatized frenzy.
As I went on I remembered a similar scenario:
A cross, four nails and a Man.
A picture of the ant conjured in my head,
The ant with my face on it
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