Ants are toiling on the garden path like trucks along the highway,

These dual streams of commerce flow to the bustling hive,

Chemical CB radio alerts the truckers to a decaying rat,

A dark breeze sweeps an insecticide fog across the interstate,

Bellowing horns and invisible cries cut short. 

Violent kisses of steel and rubber boots,

Stomped bodies taken deep into the hill, like smashed steel towed to the scrap yard,

Live vessels emerge onto the path, and the streams flow once more.