squirming forest floor
army of red ants on frenzy
eating like trash compactor
poor grasshopper ventured
to be dice, dissected to bits
i saw her heart still beating
but limbs were separated
precision slaughtering, art
they consume every flesh
carnivorous little creatures
mounds where they rest; guarded
it is suicide even to get near
i gave half of my ham sandwich
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