Silly angsty little ants:
Thinking splotch of ran, acid;
observing rise of water, flood,
seeing calving glaciers as warmth
we’ve never experienced before.
How present they are:
Bug-eyed worry that sky is falling;
scrambling to collect green sheaves
to carry them to some mirage of safety,
digging, gouging at earth to get lower
where they can’t be seen.
How pathetic they are:
Falling to bended knees
as if it was not already way too late,
waving antennae as if some high hand
might reach to save them,
as if they did not need to be reminded
of some Ice Age.
Had they remembered their reason
for being given exoskeleton
in order to float the right boat
at high noon, they’d not be stung
by slosh and toss
of earth renewing herself
after eons of forgiving such flawed creations.
Author notes
prompt:
"It's 10:10, stop the clock, the world just realized it's not as ugly as she thinks it is." - House M.D.
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I love this poem, I love you...& I have the biggest damned crush on Hugh Laurie, it's embarassing. 
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