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An Ant Under an Empty Swing
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The windows up and its warm
There is a brief lurch in the ants stomach as the car sets forth.
The ant turns to its captain
A chiselled tower of an ant
Sporting a shadow on its mandibles
A paunch of an abdomen.
It turns its head
And in its regard of the other
Tiny solar flares, like the birth of stars
Erupt in the captains eyes
Only to once more be dull
Eyes back on the road.
Theres a flash
Theres a flick
Of the eyes of the driver back to the side
With an occasional click of its jaws
As if chewing on some thought.
It is warm
It is stuffy
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Our worker seems to be sticking to its seat
Faded red seat
Holding like a lover in the heat
With the cracks
With the sweat
With the little flecks, that stick to the worker
Like industrial dandruff.
Click goes the worker
Click click comes the answer
(a little fast, but audible)
And a leg points at the glove box.
Look close at the leg
See the tremors?
Like the buzzing of a bees wings
Or the spasm of a cold winters chill.
Perceived?
The leg trembles back to the safety of the wheel.
And the warm red ant
In the worn red seat
In the sprayed blue car
Bathed by the sage sunlight
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Seems not to have noticed.
A leg un-sticks from the leather
Released with the same reluctance
As that of a jealous lover
Trailing little motes
That dance in the heat.
Thunk goes the lid and in goes the hand
That grabs at the drink that will quench the thirst
Tsst goes the lid, out comes the gas
Up to the mouth tipped to the throat
Sweet is the juice
Cool is its caress.
Bitter it becomes
Cloying now the taste
Swimming is the heat
Panic behind the eyes
Loosening of the muscles
Lolling of the head
Releasing of the bottle
And falling with the speed of one stepping off a cliff
Into midnight.
Frightening shadows in a world of mist
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Muffled sounds like half remembered echoes
Once heard.
Breath is a difficulty
The dream has a smothering quality
As colours slowly marry with the shadows
And the world once mores in focus.
Thump thump
Thump thump
Its heart is like a hammer in the ants head
There is damp earth under its cheek
Try crawling
But its legs are tied together, like a hog trust up for the spit.
Try to speak
Leather thongs bind its jaws together
The taste of stale sweat upon their surface
And a dull ache starts to pound in its many ankles.
As the fog fully clears from its senses
With only crusted eyes and the taste of something sweet in its mouth as an aftermath
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New noises filter into the ants appreciation.
The hollow slam of a car door
A jangling of keys bred with soft padding footfalls upon moist earth strewn with leaves
Followed by silence.
In this moment there is beauty
Birds singing benignly in the trees
Sights of terrific bloom
And all bathed in the refracted light off of a billion waltzing grains of pollen.
This beauty is set to be brief
For the sullying sound of a key penetrating a lock
Tempered with mechanical mechanisms releasing
To the sound of an opening boot
Violate the scenes natural harmonics.
Oh the butterflies
The worker rocks back
And forth
And back
And forth
Imprinting its body in shifting furrows on the ground
Dents that the earth will quickly forget.
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The reward
For this elephantine effort
Is a searing of wrists
And a hard won view of feet under the dormant vehicle.
The action playing out behind the car
Comes to the worker as sounds being choreographed by a shuffling of feet.
First the sound of an unveiling tarpaulin
Followed swiftly by its union with the ground.
As the tarp
Has its contours matched to the world
This realised by the worker
As an appearance and disappearance of feet beneath the metal latticework of the engine.
A suspension
A turn of feet
The sound of grasping
Metal hitting metal
Another turn of feet
With a walking away into the shadow of lost perspective behind the rear left tyre.
Shnk!
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The sound of metal sliding into un-protesting earth
The click of a carapace onto alloy
The exhalation of exertion
The small roots of the world being pulled up
The pitter-patter of dirt raining back down to land
The sun blazing threw the canopy to bask in the cars azure enticements
The little boy listening to the rhythmic rise and fall of the shovel
The butterflies
Ah, the butterflies