Inhabit-Ants Poem by Lazarus Knix

On a black lot
Matted with
Broken heroin needles,
Four young boys
(Two shirtless)
Slouch below a
Bent parking meter.

In the parched soil
Sun-Baking behind
Stands a cone-molded
Anthill-
It's inhabit-ants converge
Beneath the carcasses
Of decomposing crickets,
And carry them away.

Sparrows hop between
The beer bottles and
Drunken litter work,
Picking at soft, arched
Nest-twigs.

The green canopy above
Mocks the powerless
Sunlight.

A skateboard
Rolls and rickets under
The boys torn sneaker-
He inhales and spits.