Why not stay here, make my home
the ground, cobwebs crusting my cheeks,
roly polys in & out of my ears & nostrils.
The world of dust is at least as interesting as
online news — more so for the surprises —
not some scrofulous indictable president
but iridescent wonders of the beetle kingdom,
dung beasts clacking through pale sand,
articulate feelers sharpening blades on
mineral duff, the infinitesimally small
spoor of ants, termite towers, rodent tunnels,
scraps of leaf dropped by constantly grinding
mandibles, the tragedy of creatures that
must feed all day for a chance at survival.
This crushed ant between my fingers,
under my toe, what attention
might I have spent to preserve it?
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