Flying
Ants
(Inspired
by rumors that my legal nightmare may end soon)
I am like an ant
In an army
Of dying ants
Flying down
By mudslide
Not hearing
Not waiving back
At friends
Cheering us on
Speeding down
With no fire no flame
All fight gone
Going down
A fast mud ball
Sculpted in
With fellow ants
Singing silent songs
Of God goodness and mercy
With each bump
With each landing
Falling more silent
Chants and cheers
Signaling the end
The fall of a nightmarish fall
With thousands of parachutes
Saving us
Giving us hope
Us the little ants
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