Comments about Chris Wrzesien
God Of The Ants
I am watching an army of ants
pick apart the crust of my bread
(which is fine, because I was done eating,
and there wasn't enough butter on the crust anyway) ,
and I silently take a sip of my tea,
hoping not to disturb my guests
during this generous lunch party.
After all, I'm kind of a divine overseer by now.
I give the gift of bready life,
then I sit on my wicker chair and observe,
feet off of the ground
so that I am no longer a part of their world.
But it's not really a wicker chair.
It's actually a golden throne.
A throne for the God ...