it hard to accept
the truth that the one who will guide you through this labyrinth is a
mere
red ant, the one insigficant red ant, the one you have always killed
by the nail or your thumb when no one minds when no one ever knew
how red ants die their ordinary deaths and how they are not buried
how they die their skin and two main bodies all bursting under the sun
how they turn into mere dust
you do not
even remember
this is the red ant
this is insigficance the most ordinary of all ordinary creatures
in the labyrinth
of zigzag paths, and rooms closing and opening and deep and down
and up and side to the left to the right,
the blind red ant sees
leading us all to the light
away from arrogance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem