Poem: PHARAOH’S SOLDIERS

From underground bunker
Emerged them
Gritty pawns,
Ravenous females they are,
With nails-fitted clubs
Sprouting from their heads.
Marshaled by stern scouts;
Skirting here, there,
Screaming inaudible instructions,
Soldiers with sharp pincers
Tipped with chemicals,
enough to make Saddam go green, and Bush red)
Led them on.

In centuries they marched,
Six legged beasts,
Swiftly unto conquest.
Clawing, gnawing, tearing,
Unleashing their deadly arsenals.
I winced in my sleep, and
Jumped off my bed.
Intensely, I fought to
Shake-off scores,
Gallant they are,
Who clung on, creating more bumps.
Pains shot up my spine,
Sleep escaped my eyes.
I looked down in awe,
Numerous, honey-colored mass,
on white parade ground,
That was my bed,
In frenzy, and unending jubilation.
Monomorium pharaonis -
Pharaoh’s Ants - have claimed another victory.