by Fred Nagel
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| Photo from a video provided by Newsy Newslook to USA Today. |
Their round, brown bodies twinkling in the sun,
They came together, not like one of Marlborough�s victories,
But in a chocolate flow.
On my knees above the patch, I tried
To make out warriors or lovers.
But so small the ants, and teaming,
That their frenzy blurred their meaning.
Hours later, sun slanted low,
I surveyed again the field below.
Legless, the few that lingered there,
Writhed to follow, I know not where.
Fred Nagel is a US veteran and political activist whose articles have appeared in
CounterPunch, Global Exchange, Mondoweiss, Popular Resistance, War Crimes Times (Veterans For Peace publication) and
Z Magazine. He also hosts
ClassWars, a show on Vassar College Radio, WVKR.