My mother sprays the ants
They eat the food we lazily leave out
And attack the dog food with vigor
They are no match against my mother’s
Thick legs and a mouth that swears too much
They march like soldiers in lines so perfect
No crookedness can breathe
I smell an unforgiving odor
Agent Orange is being released
Their legs are now forever still
Their heads are on their sides in defeat
All of them are dead
Bodies are everywhere
And I couldn’t feel worse
