by C. L. Craven

Created on: April 17, 2008

"War Declared"

I watch the line of soldiers carry
Crumbs of bread;
They do not tarry.

Back and forth they run their course
From the counter
To the door.

From the door to the porch
From the porch
To the yard,

I trace their steps to their anthill.
Far from the house
But still,

I do not want them coming in.
Why can't they understand?
It's not that I intend to kill
Their army with my hand.

I live here and they live there,
But they don't seem to care.
They drew first blood and now it's time.
A war has been declared.

I get out the Diazanon;
A drop that's all it takes.
And soon they're lapping up the stuff,
Like cows around a trough.

It might seem cruel, but like I said
Relentless as they are,
Next year when spring eventually ends,
We'll fight another war.

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