Standing
at the bottom
Of
two great towers
I
know they hold grain
Silos
of life
A
sense of security
Resplendent
in gleaming white
Distracted
I
crouch down
In
the dust
To
examine the base
Of
the two great towers
Because
something
Caught
my eye away
From
its upward gaze
In
the dust I search
For
what diverted me
And
find finally
A
stark contrast
That
makes me
Ponderous
At the base
Of two
Great
White
Towers
Treading
in the dust
One
Small
Black
Ant
Carries a single grain
And
if he shares the news
As
ants are known to do
Soon
other ants
In
droves
Will
shuffle through the dust
And
soon
Ever
so silently
Ever
so steadily
Ever
so patiently
Empty
The
great white
Towering
silos
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