Thou doth detesteth too much
& so it begins with the ants marshalled
like Ukrainian cannon fodder
spread across the aprons of the Volga.
& They Will Not Be Overcome!
Not by powder or spray or the diligence
to daily wipe out the toastie iron
before the stray cheese cools,
to rinse the bowls before cereal becomes cement,
to dilute the evaporating dregs of Moccona
with a thimble full of water,
to never leave a crumb forgotten on the bench.
Their continued loyal existence
a testament to puritan persistence.
The Viceroy’s Subservients
28 February 2013