TV dinner

Today I sat upon my couch

and watched a thousand

ants feast 

upon droplets of sweet poison 

scattered upon the windowsill,

quite haphazardly by me —

and I thought, 

how humiliating —

for a human as large as me, 

to fear tiny ants who roam the earth, 

and by colony,

think they are free. 

I watch as the soldier ants come

gallantly, and in force, 

before marching back 

triumphantly,

to their patient 

and hungry Queen. 

Do I think myself God? 

With such power to decide

who can come 

and go rent free —

it was too late to reconsider,

asking them to a TV dinner —

so while you are still here,

Please, 

make yourself at home!