ant

and sometimes I just wish I was an ant
all tiny and black, slipping through the cracks
and no one could tell me anything, because
I wouldn't have ears, just antennae
and we'd walk in a line and not really
think, or at least not cerebrally
we'd march to the beat of some
silent drum

and I would lift so much, so so much
and I'd carry, it, too
and I wouldn't complain or anything
because that is just what ants
are supposed to do.