Red Wine Poem by James McLain

And the ant
had to chose
between the two
both sitting open to the sky
eating your cheese
dropping crumbs of bread
red wine
spilling over cups of clear
lead glass
chasing the bigger of the two
crumbs the ant nearing the sun drawn
by the heat for heat and meat
and bread
and inside of their panties
open
open wide for they both were
by now
and when the first one came
the second was
far not to far behind
and the ant had many friends
and made many friends
and the ant shared the feast
and unconfined of
moving hands and loud shrieks
went out unheard
dropping to the ground
one by one
wet with sticky rain and crumbs
honey for the birds
and they ran off
leaving their panties
covered in deep green grass
for tomorrow
and they running home
in and out of all they knew
with people watching
they knew to
and laughing about it
and louder were the screams
when they poured alcohol on it.