One by one
they march
under the shining
arch
of the croquet
hoop
an army of ants
in their shiny black uniforms
to the blaring music
of the radio
drenching the bushes
with Wagner
the flags and banners
of curtains caught
in the breeze
as the whole garden cheers
until like
the rolling wrath of war
a great red ball
smashes the ant army
triumphantly passing through
hoop after hoop
until arriving at the feet
of the snoring sleeper
a newspaper
covering his face
oblivious of the battle
raging
upon the lawns
of summer.
Dónall Dempsey
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