ants are automata
for a child to take apart
and learn how hard it is
to stop a thing from moving
and at that age an ant
is quiet large: easy to observe
how well it moves
with its head excised
- only a a trifle disordered
and as aimless as before
pain as sharp as this
is rare. what will you do with it?
May 31,1992
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