Ants Crawling Poem by Naveed Akram

The genealogy of the ants was mistaken,
As they strode boldly like ants to be their tears
And weeping pride.
For we could see them in their treks,
Blindly mouthing their wisdom,
One lachrymose man behind me
Could not stop answering to the gods
Why such small ants discovered more ants.

They were marriageable, they were outstretched,
There was in the way of their march a certain system.
Peppery though they were, the calm ant was left to do,
And the calmer ants bespoke of their talents,
It was an outbreak in the head!
Arriving at imaginary reefs,
The geodesics of this movement of masses
Needed defining by the astute biologist,
For they reformed their rumbles especially for us,
Like the rubber on the trees.