A Poem for Flying Ants Day

They fly so high
into the sky
little fly-
ing ants.

Nude ants
do their new dance
which works if you're from Harrogate
and I ripped off the joke from Keith Jarrett
who I always confuse with Keith Thomas
who wrote the "seminal"
Religion and the Decline of Magic.
But that's not really important now.
Because there's flying ants, which are tragic.
But Nude Ants is an album you can listen to more than twice.
Cool. Nice.

A million mites
take their flights
to seek the queen
they've never seen

And so one lucky get
will meet his Juliet
but when his ardour's done
his wings fall off. His life is gone.
Death death death death
Death death death death

Death death death death.

The others, bound
to fly around
then  sink to the ground
and if they fall in a pond, they/re drowned
and eaten by a fish.
Death death death death
Death death death death

Death death death death

Death death death death

Does God cry
when you die
little fly-
ing ant?
Is there a place
where this race
 receives grace
little ant?

Death death death death
Death death death death

Death death death death

Death death death death

Mellissa Sparrow (Mrs)

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