Sunday, December 17, 2017

Kit Kelen #715 - consider


715
consider

these little black legs
black heads, bods
sugar seekers

surely they are the way
and follow where you cannot

on the track you'll see them pause
exchange felicitations
and go probosc - a tête-à-tête

what is it they know?
surely they are beginning a storm

so many feet they are
each is black with the idea of weather

relentless to the voiceless track
o worthy pioners
and turtles to the hare

make wombat hutches of the little world
build a little pile

without even the bones
a feeling is in them

faith is not a question

what is it they know?

Earth is so far deep of them
and climb to the tip of the top of the tree

you could say a farm
but then you are their pet
life is their luxury

no vertigo up there
no claustro
when they are all the tunnel is

they are the earth and give it colour

there's a Bible of them telling
they weigh like the silence of judgement

all in all they weigh with us

they are a polity surpassing
smell them -- acid masses
on a spree

with little cartoon faces each
alive!
and up for it as you or me

they never loll
or call day quits

but bear brave towers on
all black
toothed sweet

watch them as the ship goes down
crumb hoisted
or this least cloying grain
more than the whole tribe precious
all climbing climbing captains

and sometimes solo
still they stand
ponderous
as if axe in hand
this world at their feet
and given to consider

here is the ache of destiny
and death - their harmless sting

and telling
I think they're telling rain

the ants won't give us a thought

see!
each wears a little workman's cap
to get on with the day

2 comments:

  1. Don't they just! all that tenacious activity, in any dimension

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  2. they are a polity surpassing
    smell them -- acid masses
    on a spree

    with little cartoon faces each
    alive!
    and up for it as you or me

    they never loll
    or call day quits

    but bear brave towers on
    all black
    toothed sweet

    watch them as the ship goes down
    crumb hoisted
    or this least cloying grain
    more than the whole tribe precious
    all climbing climbing captains

    and sometimes solo
    still they stand
    ponderous
    as if axe in hand
    this world at their feet
    and given to consider

    here is the ache of destiny
    and death - their harmless sting


    CHEERS

    ReplyDelete

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