Sat Poem by Brian Arguello

All the ants
Scurring in anxst
With their pencils
With their tickets
Standing
Sitting
Leaning
All in waiting
All around
Gathered In flocks
Entertained by small-talk
'I heard she goes to this school! '
'You better hit that fool! '
'No, she's a but-her-face'
'I told him I need some space'
A change of pace as the doors open
Now on edge or relaxed
Awaiting to contribute to the colony
As if they don't see our destruction,
The earth's decay
And society's dismay
But even as the colony's walls shake
It's inhabitants will not awake
From their viral slumbering
Until the structure starts crumbling