A bee falls in mid-flight,days numbered from the beginning
of inception, and it is this moment
when all matters of energy change hands.
Troops of ants in their neat
fastidious lines, methodically
plying the infinitesimal structures
of another species from its still
beating heart, taking death to make life,
carrying a weight in their jaws,
(a milligram may
as well be a mountain)
and this becomes the burden
of their own life span.
Aleathia Drehmer 2007
Published by Creekwalker 7/09