Anthill Square Poem by George Samuel

A strange walker ventured the city of ants
And met a loyal citizen but passed without a word
I couldn't say what I saw but
Knew he whispered something in their word
And soon returned with a thousand spy
Who rushed and stormed the vineyard where the helpless fellow lay
Retreat with ten thousand more to spy
When it was action and nothing to say
Then a hundred took his head a hundred his neck
A hundred his eyes mouth and nose
His testis torn apart his groin down his knees black
Down his feet taking him piece after piece
Till he was found here and there
And slowly down their country home
With their helpless victim a piece for a hundred
Just in a twinkling of an eye
Evacuated the execution square