Lawrence Hall, HSG
Fire Ants Devouring the Corpses of Unhatched Wasps
Nature does not, in the long run, favour life.
-C. S. Lewis, “On Living in an Atomic Age,” 1948
A formation of formicidae trekked north-northwest
Across a vast and lonely sunbeaten expanse
Their imperial quest a fallen wasps’ nest
Between a lawn chair and a potted plant
The ants greedily ripped open the paper shells
Like Christmas crackers for the goodies inside
The ghastly drippings of pupae in their jaws
Fragments of dead wasplings for their demanding queen
A formation of formicidae trekked east-southeast -
What, then, is the number of an unnumbered beast?
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