Killing Ants




Like time,
They flow,
And like time they die,
Pass and fade away and are replaced.

Like time...
They slip through my fingers,
They flow,
Pass and drown and die and are replaced.

Like time,
They burn on ajax,
Their bodies make a path,
They flow.

They flow,
Like time,
Like life,
And when they're gone,
I die.