04-24-2016, 11:37 AM
I'm completely out of inspiration on these prompts...
The watering of plants
The watering of plants
every summer evening
is a catastrophic thing
for the unbiting black ants
colonising his terrace.
He scans the cracks to trace
their convoys from the larder
to optimise mass murder
in the confines of a space
smaller than a Chelmno shower
then channelling god's power
He trains the hoses on them
the red sea closes on them
in the sixtieth of an hour.
On protruding brick islands
survivors group in silence.
These he gladly thumps on
with hiking boots, and jumps on
ant Gandhis of non violence
who never believed in biting.
But such is fortune's writing -
he'll fall victim to cancer
that unstoppable Panzer
force and squish similarly.
Which the blind watchmaker surly
may (mildly) find exciting.
The watering of plants
The watering of plants
every summer evening
is a catastrophic thing
for the unbiting black ants
colonising his terrace.
He scans the cracks to trace
their convoys from the larder
to optimise mass murder
in the confines of a space
smaller than a Chelmno shower
then channelling god's power
He trains the hoses on them
the red sea closes on them
in the sixtieth of an hour.
On protruding brick islands
survivors group in silence.
These he gladly thumps on
with hiking boots, and jumps on
ant Gandhis of non violence
who never believed in biting.
But such is fortune's writing -
he'll fall victim to cancer
that unstoppable Panzer
force and squish similarly.
Which the blind watchmaker surly
may (mildly) find exciting.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe